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The End Part One
A mortal breath expires drifting to where? Taken into the mystery of, invisible open air. To where could that breath have gone?Instantaneously snatched, unaware. left behind ,bitter tears of sorrow. In every teardrop a question.While the pastor makes a healing suggestion. Birth certificates becomes memorabilia. Grave stones are visited. The beginning sweet, the end a bitter cup, No one knows when there time is up. Many are gone,truly gone, flying to another world, to be born, again.A life adorned,a loss,a friend or family member. A departure we will always remember. Why now? why then? how did it end so fast? The only sure answer is death at last. Take my hand, take my kiss, take my beating heart. Knowing for sure this will all be taken apart. Taken from the start connected to the send. Take all the I lend my friend, knowing soon we shall face the end .Gone to the great beyond Where other souls have passed on ,up in smoke. Waxed in oblivion, gone to a heavenly reward or not. Don’t fuss and don’t fight for one day or night My eyes will follow that bright light surround by white. Written by: Elliott Bowe To be continued by Vienna Bombardieri....
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