That small bed in Florida
Became Kushnigar
Reclined and silent
Like all, she had always been saying goodbye
As all living things must pass
We are left to strive on.
One lone weeping disciple watched as
She left this earth
To expand in infinite grace
Across the universe
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Death! ! She left this earth. May her soul rest in peace. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.