In the final silence,
When outside noise fades.
Everything seems blurred,
My heartbeat feels stranger to me.
An old friend waiting, finally i meet.
Quitely comes and holds me ,
Who smiles and whispers -
" it is time, rest will you ...
Let me take care , you have done enough"
Tired to every bit of me..
Smile, ask - 'what took you so long..'
Close my eye ...
Flipping through memory cards
Stopped at ....
'rays of sunshine that hits golden'
' warm sweetend sip of tea'
' twinkling dreams in the night sky, that winks'
' the sound of leaves as breeze pass by'
' the mountain and oceans, busy squirrle'
' the fragrance of flowers when they bloom'
' butterflies and birds unaware they being admired'
Am thankful and grateful once again.
Closing this book of memory cards
Looking at old friend...shall we....
