Jay Aguiniga (Scottsbluff Nebraska)
Entranced, flowers flourish
Peacefully on the hillside.
Eyes transfixed, on each blade of grass,
moving in rhythm with the breeze.
Shadows cast its forms into a cross.
Halos encircle the soul,
Entombed, by thought of mind.
In a split second, a blink of an eye
Existence is erased by time.
Silence is of hollow ground,
bound to the grasp of nothing.
Time stops for the deceased minds,
and continues for the rest that pass by.
A Stone chiseled name, the only evidence,
That life in its end is just a buried oblivion.
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