The day had come
I looked down
At myself
The body I left
Peaceful
Unlike the spirit
Standing above
Anxious
Nervous
A soft, warm hand
On my shoulder
"Don't worry,"
She said
Her voice light and assuring
*"You've done so well
With what little you had
I'm very proud of you."*
Then Death took my hand
And we walked
To that beautiful place
At world's
End.
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 12:12 AM UTC
The day had come
I looked down
At myself
The body I left
Peaceful
Unlike the spirit
Standing above
Anxious
Nervous
A soft, warm hand
On my shoulder
"Don't worry,"
She said
Her voice light and assuring
*"You've done so well
With what little you had
I'm very proud of you."*
Then Death took my hand
And we walked
To that beautiful place
At world's
End.
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