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The celestial light is about to go and escapes;
As dawn enters, and cover it with darkness.
She was able to finish mysteries, with less air to breathe.
Rosary is on her side, and then closes her eyes and fall to sleep.

White candles from head to foot that ignites
Then I am on her side, quiet, so quiet…and bleed. 
I am thinking of angels for it is six in the afternoon. 
Maybe she is now with God; she is now on His side… very soon.

I smell the scent of the flower, but not the scent that I love;
I saw it holding, coupled with beads wrap on her hands.

Then suddenly I saw more in whites around me;
Her bed is white, dress up with white;
Even flowers that I don’t like to see...all are white.
Maybe because that is color she likes, she likes white.

She spends nine decades and a half, of her life;
While she was with me for just a decade and eight of years.
And beyond the years to live without her; 
All sorrow and silence of everywhere.

I saw may people wants to see her and looks at her closely;
But just a distance… for there is a glass that divides.
She doesn’t mind many people, she just sleeps in peace;
And at night she knocks on my dreams…

“ I have to leave, just take care of yourself…you will learn how to live!”
Then she smiles, and bid goodbye…
I am still sleeping but with a teary eye…
Wants to hold her hand, but could not reach …
she is clothed in white,now can fly.

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