She died,
Blending into this holy world.
Of what was left of her,
Were her glistening eyes,
Looking upon us,
Gazing all the time,
Like shining stars,
In a night sky.
Her omnipresence,
Gave us hope,
While she cast,
Her blessings upon us,
Even when she was,
Resting in another world.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 7:39 AM UTC
She died,
Blending into this holy world.
Of what was left of her,
Were her glistening eyes,
Looking upon us,
Gazing all the time,
Like shining stars,
In a night sky.
Her omnipresence,
Gave us hope,
While she cast,
Her blessings upon us,
Even when she was,
Resting in another world.
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