I have a friend who is deceased
It was a most unfortunate event...
At Heaven's Gates
All shall wait...
The trees whispered with the winds
As death exhumed the earth...
The sky had tuned cold
On a late Monday morning...
On a cold dark stormy night
The children huddled in bed shuddering from fright...
The symbol of love
Heavenly and pure...
Beauty of life
Wondrous love...