A star.


Look up at the sky, now wipe the tears from your eye's, because nobody really dies.
Even though I may be far, can you see me, because now I am a shining star.
A new star is born when we die, so there's no need to cry or even wave me goodbye.
Upon our last breath, where be reunited in death.

  • Author: Antonis (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 17th, 2018 19:33
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 13


  • Goldfinch60

    I am with you with your words, Our Spirit never dies.

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