The slight whispers of greeting,
a small smile ever so fleeting.
In time and space we fade,
back to how we were made.
In my final breath ever so pleasant,
I ask the stars, could this be heaven?
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Poetic Music
PoetryA collection of poems written to soundtracks which are there for you to play.
Reunited
The slight whispers of greeting,
a small smile ever so fleeting.
In time and space we fade,
back to how we were made.
In my final breath ever so pleasant,
I ask the stars, could this be heaven?
