A Gliding Soul
Her two children hover over
And watch the ticking screen
Circling cords, like snakes in a pit.
Opening windows, her daughter
Wondering about her soul
Hoping her soul travels gently.
A gentle breeze saunters in through
Carries her to the other side
A soul now, gliding like a bird.
19.10.2020
Writing Challenge-Tercets
Theme- Death.
Copyright © Carol Mitra | Year Posted 2020
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