Death comes unexpectedly in the waning hours of darkness and another spirit ascends into the heavens at the crack of dawn.
A far away quake sends the tsunami rushing to shore where unexpected souls await their fate.
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A poem that moves the heart of the reader. A reflection on death, how unexpected it may show up. Something we need to think on and off about. In a hundred years none of us will be still here, all (or almost all) will be new people. I think I have come to a certain level of acceptance of the fact that all of us will die and none of us knows when. Excellent poem.
Good writing. This made me think and reflect. Thanks for sharing. Nhien
Thanks for the compliment. Glad you liked it. Please share with your friends. Richard