Morning glory
sunrise beams
colors of softness
highlight pain.
Little by little
the light slips through,
Leaving only bright
—ness.
Then the soul cries
its done…
no more body
only peace,
till the sunset
of a life,
We go on
through days
quickly paced,
when finally departed,
thats the time,
most will realize
its not in space,
but of a certain
perfect haze,
paradise…
or lover’s gaze.
Heaven is what
we treasure most,
Reunion with spirit,
love and grace.
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