From The Other Shore (Death) Poem by Ray Quesada

From The Other Shore (Death)

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A soul rose up
from a body in the night
went down the stairs
slid out the door
it's face, the cold wind
could not bite,
nor stab its opaque skin
with its windy knife
And as it rose up to meet
Earth's blue-speckled ceiling
the body lay still - dead to the core
The end of all Feeling;
The end of a Life-
Then the soul waved goodbye
from the Other Shore
-12-03-2011-

Thursday, October 4, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: death
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Valerie Dohren 09 October 2012

I suspect the other shore is a better place if there be one - interesting and thought-provoking write.

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Valsa George 09 October 2012

A nice little poem on death! The moment the soul leaves the body, it reaches the other shore and waves goodbye as a separate entity to the one that bore it all those years! A very meaningful write! Enjoyed reading and thanks for introducing your site! All best wishes! !

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