The Final Journey
I'm going forward as day,
having witnessed everything
that's ugly and beautiful...
doesn't death lead one to perpetual rest?
I'm walking the same quite road,
delighted by the bowing trees...
their balmy breeze will carry me
into the Universe to find Heaven!
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