How to imagine the eternal life
when the only seen is death
The candles burnt almost to an end
White roses were pleased to welcome
Sitting toughly the widdow of two
Nor crying nor sobbing to stand for the destiny
The coffin was beautiful wrapped in silence
The soul may gone, but you live in ours
Don't be affraid, we guide you to the light
YOU ARE READING
Eternal
PoesíaBe still with your purest soul, Be tough in this endless night, and be the one who let it be
