The coffin gently lowered
Earth awaiting its delight
Petals scattered over as though to better scent the dead
As mourning clothes are gathered
Final prayers spoke
Hands hold each other tightly
Minds numb, limbs cold.
The Funeral
Published by faithaugust
Clinical Hypnotherapist, mother, wife & grandmother. Sun worshipper and Spiritualist. Inspired by Art and the beauty of the world. View more posts
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