Hope And Renewal
The pouring rain.
And the gloomy sky has awakened.
This place evokes memories,
Echoes of our beloved ones.
O God! How can I hold back?
Tears begin to fall,
As the grey sky seems to empathize,
Mourning for our loved ones.
But tomorrow, the sun will shine,
And the sky will open wide.
The doors will be welcoming.
A soul is like a star,
Flickering with a small spark,
Wishing to be reborn.
From ashes, we will rise,
Beautiful and radiant,
With new bodies and new spirits.
Just see you later—
Never a "goodbye."
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