Funeral sounding sadness filling this heart,
overflowing with intense forebodings.
Sliding into ravines of loneliness, searching
for ways to fulfill it's sublime abandonment.
Listening to echoes of angels calling, enticing
this mind to walk into canyons of fulfillment.
Introducing melodies of beauty, constantly
touching Divine spirits, silently watching.
Life plays it's part well, showing us the way
to God in heaven.
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