Mournfully bright, this day in November,
heavy on our hearts lies the weight of your passing.
Clouds salute your final short journey,
a warm gust of wind helps you pass into memory.
Sweet song of a bird rides down with you now,
with flowers of love, you find your sweet rest.
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A bumpy ride
PoetryLife's contrasts, loss, depression, love, new life, all for what? Experience can be the only answer.
