An exuction so divine,
Fluidity flows within the falling body.
Tears drop,
And wet the concrete below.
Faces of past, sit staring,
Watching the end,
Saying their last goodbyes.
A bright light - shined into my eyes.
Heaven's gold, or morning light?
Moving on, through the darkness,
Just as I was told.
Such a gentle daydream.
Brought to an end, abrupt,
Never good with farewells,
But always leaving.
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