Sprinkling flowers into thoughts of grief helps relieve
the misty teariness of my eyes, as my mind is refocused
onto life's nature and eventual demise.
Seeing beauty in every day things, thinking making it's
way back to life-giving visions.
Dreaming of loved ones now rid of earthly strife and
being, brings sorrow to the surface as I wake to tears
wetting my pillow once again.
Sorrow silently held onto while life travels on,
keeping me on pathways of destiny as I, too, head for
my horizon just over the next mountain on the way to
heaven.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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