And she went her way
The way, she was meant to go.
Laid peacefully among the autumn floor
Rain thudding over her coffin's door
To a place where the living cannot be
miles away where I cannot see
Oh what peace has death bought upon thee
Freed of malice and despair you flee
As much as I wish you'll come back again
I know you're far from me seeing you again
I allow myself a little pain
Though I know it's all in vain
I wish I said a parting goodbye
But in hope, I look up into the bluest sky.
I miss you.
© Vidya 5.6.21
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