Day 5: The View From Up There
The autumn leaves fall on me
as I lay sheltered under a tree
staring up at the sky
as the migrating birds fly
I've always admired the ones
that voice their thoughts singing
the ones that shout or whisper
whose voices are melodious or crisper
That's when I heard my phone ringing:
"Her soul soared so high:
Nana has rested in peace.
The funeral starts tonight.
To her family, attend and ease."
Beloved Nana, I ask you today:
What do you think -
Is the view from up there
Worth living in a blink?
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A/N; I have mixed feelings about this one, but oh well.
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Escapril - A Collection Of Written Poetry
PoesíaIn times of nothing but panic and existential crises, one can only do that which they truly desire. I desire nothing but serenity with a ting of freshly brewed coffee, that which I find in reading underrated works and writing ones of my own. Record...
