Poetry: Stillness

                              Stillness

Even when the soul departs

Memories they live

Thriving on the flowers by the garden

The skin of the wooden chair once sat on

Walls where fingers grazed upon

Floors once the feet walked on

It is still breathing

Beyond non-existence

Into embodiment of another being

It flows 

In the rivers of our veins

Pass the corners of our recollections

Vivid as the burning urn 

Over the sleeping body

Bid farewell we shall not

For the earth, wind, the fire, 

water and the ether

Brings comfort in the stillness of our tears

Beautiful isn't 

That even in death, there's life

By Jessica John Posko ❤️ J.J.Posko

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