Two white flowers
Too much beauty
In one snapshot
History captured
Painted pictures
Pain to lessen
The harder the blow
The softer the fall
Singing sweetly
Sinking deeper
Mouth wide open
The chasm smiles
Waving children
Waiting patient
They'll become
What we are now
Soul is thirsting
So long after
Was it worth it
Ever to feel?
Drowning gently
Drowsy, happy
The end has come
And peace at last.
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