Funeral
Walking past the dreadful land,
I realized it was someone’s last few breaths.
The sorrow in their eyes,
The misery that just landed in their life,
With the heavy blue right above their head tight.
Is going to pass just like a season, right?
With a touch of grief,
He left the world with few flowers and prayers in his brief.
The possessions he left behind
Are the only things on their mind?
Sitting perplexed in a corner
I wonder which is the peaceful place he encountered.
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