from a distance
his voice sounds dense,
muffled, like words
from underwater
mourners stand under
mist clouds
dull gray shadows
form behind
bronze angels
and plastic flowers
the mourners
clasp hands
as if glued together,
stoic, motionless,
heads bowed
a light rain begins
touching everything,
a solemn baptism
for a departing soul
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Author:
shadow424 (
Offline) - Published: April 22nd, 2021 07:42
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Comments1
I read this write as a dedication to a beloved, who met with that final rest of fate
and in that sense, these words can represent
wonderful words of comfort..
thanks for sharing
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