In the twilight's gentle embrace, a tale is spun,
Of a day when sorrow's veil had just begun.
When clouds, heavy with grief, gathered up high,
And whispered secrets of a love bid goodbye.
Oh, how the world paused, held its breath with a sigh,
As a soul fluttered away, bidding life goodbye.
On that fateful day, when echoes sighed her name,
The world wept, burdened by heartache's endless flame.
She wandered amidst the vibrant fields of yore,
Her laughter a melody, vibrant and pure.
Where scarlet poppies danced, kissed by the breeze,
Enchanting whispers of everlasting ease.
Yet, anguish embraced the hearts of those who stood,
Witness to a loss, profound as ancient wood.
For in her spirit, a symphony did reside,
Melting souls, illuminating every stride.
With gentle grace, she lent warmth to weary souls,
Painted dreams with colors, stitched broken wholes.
A gentle touch, a whispered word, a sparkling smile,
Her spirit, a beacon, a light that would beguile.
But destiny's blade, ruthlessly, did intervene,
As silence filled the gaps where joy had once been.
The clock, relentless, ticked away, hands so cruel,
With every stroke, a hope expired, her spirit flew.
Drenched in mourning, the skies wept tears of gray,
As solemn whispers carried grief's solemn sway.
The sun, obscured, lent its rays a somber hue,
As if mourning the loss of a soul once so true.
And yet, within the depths of this sorrowful haze,
A reminiscence of her essence softly plays.
For though her physical form may cease to reside,
Her spirit, eternal flame, will ever abide.
Thus, let us remember the day she departed,
Not with sadness alone, but with love imparted.
For as life's tapestry unraveled, untied,
Her legacy whispered: "Love never truly dies."
In the twilight's gentle embrace, her soul finds peace,
Caressed by the memories that shall never cease.
A tribute to the day that she bid her adieu,
May her spirit guide us, and our hearts renew.
©hopelesslyyinlovee
