Poem Name:
''Before She Died''
In the golden haze of twilight's kiss,
Where dreams and memories meet.
Story is the light of the soul
Whose soul danced like stars in the night.
She was so independent before she died.
With wild abandon, she'll turn and run away,
Laughter echoed in the air,
A joyful melody beyond competition.
His eyes, like portals to secret worlds,
Holds the depths of wisdom that are overcome,
A gentle look that heals the heart,
And the light of hope in the darkness of art.
She wandered through fields of blooming flowers,
Enjoying the magical powers of nature,
Secrets whispered from ancient trees,
And sharing secrets with the passing wind.
Before he died he left his mark,
He warmly embraced every soul,
A touch that healed the broken and wounded,
A tender presence that never refused.
His voice, the soothing flow of the stream,
Guiding lost souls to the path they knew,
With words that paint pictures of grace,
He created stories that cannot be erased by time.
She danced under the moonlit sky,
Drive away the shadows, drive away the fear,
His feet move with grace, as in the wind,
A heavenly ballerina beyond competition.
Before he died, he loved power.
His heart burns, a ray of light,
She loved the broken, the lost and the weak,
To comfort those who were meek.
His love, a flame so bright,
A fire of hope burns in the dark night
He opened his arms and embraced her.
And in his love everyone found peace and place.
Before she died she took the wings.
Higher than the mountains, she will spread her things,
The burdened soul, will take to the skies,
Leaving worldly worries and relationships behind.
His soul, now a heavenly star,
Guiding us from distant galaxies,
To remind each breath,
And embrace the beauty in life and death.
Before he died he left his mark.
In memories, in light and dark,
His legacy, the tapestry of love,
Beyond that, extending to the realms above.
So let's remember his vibrant spirit,
That made broken hearts feel
And as we move on, may his soul rest in peace,
Every moment, before dying.
