As the sun battles to go back
But time pushes,
As the candles shine like moon
Black cloud shielded the sight.
As they sat by candles with set of
What made by dust has been mold
back by dust like a new creation.
In mind it remained as a statue
A toast in hell angel of death
sips into cherry wine.
Sailed boat leaving with the soul.
Soul rise like dust into the wind
Rest in peace for flesh it always
Like palm trees pain rise from
it foundation and turn into bricks.
The loss monument laid.
Roses detect into grave.
Conclusion has set hands tight
like a closed book,
Dew in eyes like a leaf in sweat
Cemetery songs like market different
Unknown heroes and know buries.
Grief black cloak in shoulders
A soul unplug into the body
yet memories rose like seed into
Tombstone with foreword
~GRIEF AND FUNERAL~
JOZI POET|ART WORK INC
VINCES THE SOUL STRIKER VS JOZI POET