The body is aged, its time almost gone. Now of no further use it begin to relinquish its hold.
Now is the spirit’s time, beginning to reassert its self, no longer weighted down by physically.
As gentle as a sunrise, it begins, the transition to a new being. One last single breathe and it is done.
A softness of voice, a lullaby, a warm breast. What shall we name her?
mr mel
Life, more than existence! 
The journey of the living spirit captured by words. Beautifully said!!!
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Thank you. It truly is a journey, love into love. Thank you for your wonderful words.🙏🙏
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Bittersweet and beautifully penned! Absolutely lovely to read🌸
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Thank you for your kind words. This is one that I enjoy reading. Thank you also for visiting.🙏🙏🌺
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Her name could be Peace or Tranquility. Beautiful sentiment expressed here.
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Thank you. I like Tranquility.🙏🙏🙏🌺
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Wise choice.
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😁😁😁❤️🙏🌹
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Oh boy. but beautiful nevertheless
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🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹Roses make everything better. Thank you for visiting Luda.🙏🙏
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Nice
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Thank You Sunil, I appreciate your visits and comments.🙏🙏
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You made us a part of that journey in these few words…Amazing
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A very insightful comment Adi. We truly are all a part of every journey by every sojourner. 🙏🙏🌹
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