As the sun begans to set,
Her breathing grows faint,
Gasping for the next breath,
She prays for relief..
That God’s mercy
Brings her to those Golden Streets…
Where water flows, in the clearest
Sparkling blue…
Where hugs are tight and love is
Abundant… the place where every
Face carries a smile, and speaks
A friendly greeting!
Every inch of her body aches,
The weight of the world rests
On her chest, it’s agonizing.
The night’s black is terrifying,
So cold and lonely…
She hates this virus..
It’s death without an
official time call.
Thank you so much ☺️ 💚💚
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You write so well!
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Thank you so much ☺️ 💚💚
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