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The soul is like a candle.

Bright, warm,

and full of life.

The wind,

speaks a song of love.

Whisking words,

throughout the world.

And when your time comes,

the wind will call your name,

and sing a song,

to your soul.

Putting out the flame.

Last night,

I heard the wind,

whisper your name.

I listen to its song.

So beautiful,

like you.

At that moment,

I knew the Angels came,

to take you home,

where you could be free.

And pain,

will no longer burn,

in the fire of your soul.

The flame may have burnt out,

but the warmth of your love,

is still with us.

You will be greatly missed,

but not forgotten.



~*~ Jill ~*~