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April 29, 2018
In death
people don’t disappear
they brighten up and write poems
on the other side of the sky
wait for you to decipher
their lines.
They bury the flowers
you planted and eat your leftover soup
even if living with the dead was hard
their life in your hands
is as comparable
as empty hands and brick walls.
Comments:
5
This is lovely.
Flawless Chrissy! Beauty of words and perfectly soulful…on death
people don’t disappear
they brighten up and write poems
on the other side of the sky
How beautiful!
Thank you my dear friend! I love when you visit. I have been so busy, hardly any time to blog. HOpe you are well!
Really enjoyed your post
Another reincarnation and very powerful,after world, uplifting way of never leaving the soul, ☮️