Passing Over Poem by Arianna Star

Passing Over



The wind is blowing,
the sky is dark,
flowers sway in the park.
Silent screaming in her head,
as she realizes she is dead.
There is nothing but black all around her.
Her body a beautiful glowing sight.
She floats over to a bright light,
and shakes God's hand with delight.

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