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h e r
this world is a universe
for she is a world
in herself
at every turn beautiful;
a billion flowers
in any garden of gloom
would bloom to her smile;
her existence is life
her instance pride
with sadness shied away
the swooned heart
travels miles in a beat;
every sweet smell
reminds me of her
the earthy perfume
rain sends forth
the flavored whiff
...Friday 10th April 2020 12:58 pm
the send-off
the fragrance of flowers
gently touched
by the cemetery breeze
celebrate the silence
of life being released
the colors of nature
gather around
that piece of earth
cradling every moment
of time since birth
dark figures fade out
with memories
replaying in their heads
as the day ends, yet again
death is fed
Monday 6th April 2020 1:03 pm
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