Departing Soul
The sweet, sweet smell of a departing soul.
Your face blurring with my tears,
as your warm hand grows cold.
The sound of children weeping breaks the heart,
with tears flowing down their cheeks,
salty kisses to part.
For the "Senses" contest.
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