when i am gone, do not mourn
lest the glory of the morning
stops shining through your window.
do not come to my grave
lest i may cry in heaven and the gods pity us.
let not forget our love,
but let not dwell on the past.
so that when i am gone, may the soft lips of yours may not forget to touch the lips of others.
sabrina, my dearest, my only one, my once in a while and all the while in a once.
abu tarek md tahsin
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