As most of you are aware, I recently lost my mother. When I read this poem, I felt like Varnika was speaking only to me. ❤
And blank pages.
Nothing to account for
A life that was lived.
The still warm body
Looked peacefully at rest
Endowed with an eternal sleep.
Yet, still floating behind those closed eyes,
Lingering as if to prolong their goodbyes,
Were a myriad fluttering dreams.
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