For them

She lies in bed, knows something’s wrong. But what? How will she stop it? She cannot breathe. Son, at her side does not know what to do. Awakened from her trance, ‘Help me’a distant cry, she goes back to dreams, soon she will be gone.
Her soul, fighting with all might finally gives up, a present to the body. A walk down a tunnel. At the end, love. At the beginning, we mourn. She keeps the soul, and gifts to us the spirit.
She is happy, peace, at last.



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wow, I am speechless…
would love to read more of your poems…

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Such a beautiful work