Touched the ground,
As it shook.
Stars burning like fire of darkened soul.
Moon singing with a heavy yet aching broken tone.
The sun seems to have lost its light.
Flowers losing their essences,
Angel’s tears.
Making garments of our hearts feel useless and damaged.
Body shaking as the mind replays segment series
Of our last encounter with them.
Hoping that the hands of time are lying.
For the Grim Reaper came and left holes in our spirits, souls and life.
Where light seems to have fear as the cloud hangs above dark and heavy.
Our eyes release water with stories we had with them.
Pain and sorrow dancing,
Singing ownership.
With laughter as happiness, hope and joy being deprived of their duties.

Condolences to every family that has lost their loved one.