Each soul has a brilliant color
that doesn’t match the other.
Each has its own unique shape:
Oblong, blue, square and opaque.
Swirling and twisting in midair,
capturing its own individual flair.
Each one illuminates the grey sky,
sparkling intense like the fourth of July!
Right here in front of me,
I am blessed to get to see.
Death isn’t the end at all-
It’s a transformation after the fall.
Vivid tangerine and cherry-
Gorgeous rich purple berry!
If you look close you can see
how it must feel to finally be free.
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Short Story / Religion and Spirituality
Short Story / Other
Poem / Romance
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