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She died—this was the way she died.
And when her breath was done
Took up her simple wardrobe
And started for the sun.
Her little figure at the gate
The Angels must have spied,
Since I could never find her
Upon the mortal side.
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Comments2Sad but beautiful, hits me right in the feels.
This poem carries an overwhelming sense of loss delicately woven into the fabric of metaphoric verses. It is both heart-rending and deeply poignant, as it traces the grievous journey from life to death and beyond. The use of simple words to express profound emotions is truly remarkable, leaving a lasting impact.