A large portion of the universe perceive death as the finish line
In a long race of a human beings existence
Connection between ambiances seems to have reached its limits
Our minds are cleared of the deceased as we can never see them again
But that factor shall certainly not reflect upon us
Death the mother of all the cries of our ripped hearts
Eradicating my loved one into a different dimension
That surely does not mean it is the end of our association
Deceased or not our bond shall continue to exist as we always planned
Tender love and care shall always be offered even in your resting place
Memories will not only be relieved in the past but also in the future
You might be removed from the Earth but not in my temperament
Though years might go by without physically seeing you
Spiritually and emotionally your presence will be visible at all times within me
Just like old times when I made your bed well
Even in your resting place I shall clean and make sure you sleep well forever
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 7:04 PM UTC
A large portion of the universe perceive death as the finish line
In a long race of a human beings existence
Connection between ambiances seems to have reached its limits
Our minds are cleared of the deceased as we can never see them again
But that factor shall certainly not reflect upon us
Death the mother of all the cries of our ripped hearts
Eradicating my loved one into a different dimension
That surely does not mean it is the end of our association
Deceased or not our bond shall continue to exist as we always planned
Tender love and care shall always be offered even in your resting place
Memories will not only be relieved in the past but also in the future
You might be removed from the Earth but not in my temperament
Though years might go by without physically seeing you
Spiritually and emotionally your presence will be visible at all times within me
Just like old times when I made your bed well
Even in your resting place I shall clean and make sure you sleep well forever
