Last Flight
The soul takes its own last flight
when the final breathe takes off !
just like the seeds of a Dandelion
floating, moving freely in the air,
catching, riding along with wind ;
higher and higher, fly and vanish;
A feel of peace, ultimate relief begins
surviving through staggering pain.
By
Williamsji Maveli
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www.williamsji.com
Copyright © 2013 Williamsji
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