She withers
Her body falling
Like a dried husk
Useless
But somehow beautiful
Its beauty preserved
Though it is consumed by death.
She smiles,
Her eyes admiring
Like a proud mother
Accomplishments
Though numbering small,
They give her great pleasure
As they were simple and yet meaningful.
She fades,
Her life waning
Like a lightbulb starting to die
Dimming
And yet strangely bright
She passes to her afterlife
Shining for all she leaves behind.
















Devious Comments
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so sad yet includes glimmer of happiness
Thanks for the comment and the favorite <3
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