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What is left after death?
Deep sadness expressed in tears, voice choked with sorrow.Life for you has ended and somehow I am expected to go on?Will peace ever find it’s way into my life or will thisdisharmonious grief be always with me?As if a thousand miles away, yet I am still here besideyou.But, it’s only a memory that I can…
Quietly serene, adapting to generations of intellect,
all born again within me.
Sparkling sands of time gently flowing.
Loving space and reveling in it’s mime, happily wandering in and out of everyone’s mind.Time then quietly disappears upon a whisper and no more kisses fall from loving lips.Only cold, pine coffins feel the pressure of a once upon a kiss.
Being elderly, not feeling like the label that’s been pasted on me.
Moving interiorly, in time with an incessant tempo, following rhythm’s direction throughout journeys of life.