Her flitting shadow stole away
In darkness of night
Severing unwanted residue
Of pain and cancerous growth
That stole her beating heart.
She left behind her suffering
And entered the after world.
Free at last from her burdens
And from an imperfect world –
She entered her nirvana.
The white chrysanthemum
You cast on her door step –
Flower to flower –
A symbolic gesture –
Of her love and toil on earth.
A final parting – for the living:
Take care of her love –
And love each other –
And cast aside all enmities –
A cancerous growth that eat away your soul.
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I cried. Julie
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