Death

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Sleeping soundly,

Drifting away,

All the nightmares,

Are kept at bay.



The dreams enter my thoughts,

Swimming around within me,

Feeling as though I'm flying,

O'er the shimmering blue sea.



The clouds slide past me,

In a slow motion,

I lay my hand upon the water,

Letting it break the waves of the ocean.



A smile spreads across my lips,

As I fly o'er the land,

The oh Holy Lord,

Gently takes my hand.



He guides me up to heaven,

To experience the rest of life,

To live my life in peace,

Without any kind of strife.

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Lasohnda Harris's picture

thats deep