Journal, Random

The Burial

A simple poem (can you call that?) but proud of it! 🙂

An action of burying a person.

A celebration of the buried.

A funeral.

Does not matter what that person

owned in his or her lifetime.

The only everlasting feature of

every living thing is its’ soul.

Souls come and go but

never die in between;

despite the futile attempts

of the depressed.

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