Janet, the beautiful.
Janet, the kind,
unwinding orchids
from her basket of death.
Gathers their perfume
In her porcelain hand,
ascends as chiffon
on Summer's warm breath.
Peace is her being
now pain is defeated...
love was her password
as life was unseated.
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Ah! A bittersweet write! A poetic medley of life and death. The Wake, perhaps a dual meaning. Janet lying in her coffin and awakening on the other side.