Staring at the sun

 

Such a peaceful death I find myself inside;
Staring at the sun, looking for the answer to why I died.
I look up into the air and see the birds flying high,
I see myself floating towards them, towards the sky.


The sun is shining, not a cloud in the sky;
‘tis beautiful to behold, this beautiful light,
That shines upon everything not hidden in the shade.
So lay me down in peace in my own personal grave.


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