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Like an Awakening
I stand by the lillies spread along
The edge of the sun bled wood stair
Drying with grace
And dying petals are a fallen song
I creak upon the final step
The leap to be beyond everything
I am leaving behind.
It's a sweet feeling
Swirling in my throat
Like that moment so long ago
In the blandly painted car
Easing home from the cemetery
I felt the flowers fall on me
Like an awakening.
