When I die, don't come, I wouldn't want a leafto turn away from the sun — it loves it there.There's nothing so spiritual about being happybut you can't miss a day of it, because it doesn't last.
Related Authors: Frank O'Hara
Related Topics: death, happiness, poetry
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