Risking it all in order to move through daily moments, taking
life, hugging it close, because one day they may never be seen
again after passing through the black curtains of death.
Never envying anyone or thing, being contented with the little
that comes through a poetical process and ways it has of touching
mind and intellect.
Such an angelic feeling close to heart and spirit, personifying
the beauty of living here on earth, knowing that all will end
when taking that last breath on earth.
Spreading poetical wings, soul carrying each spirit to God,
who's waiting at the gates of heaven to welcome them, a new
life born once again without sacrifice or hardship, all being
gone through at last.
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