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From,
The only copyright owner of this art.
To,
The only comrades who pursue my spirit.
Sub : A short ideology of wh...
Hearing about the startling demise, Of someone to whom I owe much, Random obligations hits the score, Over things that can't be undone.
Squeezing the self plainly cold, I let the ethereal reality unfold, Making up to pay the last respect, Never to mourn in distrust or regret.
Hardening the heart to pump slow, If not I will lose the needed grip, Being tired, of the things that blow, My mind filled with blood to drip.
Witnessing the soul elated, Now the phantom lay unrelated, But, yet I could construe the feel, More than the rigidity could reveal.
Gazing into the eyes that's closed, I gathered the dreams that lived, Fleecing behind and fleeing before it, Some were done, while others unlit.
Sensing the gusty air once breathed, Through the nostrils that released, Some quite fresh and others greased, But all let the abode to be wreathed.
Hearing the words that's spoken, Out of those strong gracious lips, Projecting the braveness in clips, Veiling the crumpling days unspoken.
Holding the hands that lay solid, Reading the thoughts it drafted, Letting it all so light to be crafted, With secrets of eternity to be told.
Patting on those arched stiff shoulder, Once pressed with so many chores, Exemplering it all by dusting the sores, You are supposed to be the title holder.
Touching the feet, tied in a dual knot, Glancing the journey of rose and thorn, All that pricked and tricked the spot, Admiring the combating warrior born.
At last I laid my head on the soft heart, That clonked for others than for the self, Residing limper and not willing to start, Enough to be felt when whirls engulf.
Retracing the events leaving none, Glad that I could leisurely explore, To make it all shine forever as such, Extracting the parts that are wise.
As I embraced all the thick warmth, My eyes rained in the silent storm, Waving my final bye just for now, We'll meet soon or later anyhow!
Is it not?
♋🔅❤🔅❤🔅♋
It is an elegy. A poem about death and loss. It's common to see our beloved people silencing them forever, resting in peace for whatever they have gone through while living.
Death... It's that one day when someone will cry for you in gratitude for being present in their life. Revisiting the days at an extreme speed to outshine the reality.
Its something different, from the way you see it. A much needed experience to pay attention to even minute details of goodwill.
Do take your time to thank them because in this battling world all of us are warriors who fight to live for something of worth!
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With love, Yaris🔆
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