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Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #2112997
brief message while leaving
I’m sorry
It appears it has become the time of leaving
Sadly not fitting into the plan
A different plane awaits
Losing the capability to stay
Know that you were always adored
Making of the every sunrise
Sadness from the night’s separation
Earth time has been ups and downs
Full of smiles along with many of frowns
Tears will arrive soon
There will be many
Time is moving through the universal hour glass
As to the sadness will eventually squeeze through the tiny opening
Anxiety is taking the mind
Or is it separation anxiety
No signs of a guide for the new place
Bewildered thoughts starts to race
With a soft whisper
Remainder of the breath your name will be the last
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