As it said a man has two lives to live,
one in a realm of mortality and the other in the realm of wandering souls.
A penny of my tears ,I bargained with the soul reaper to travel down the isle of immortality,
to deliver a letter to the beyond.
heart beat racing fast,as I sank into the tunnel of hollowing souls,
in the tunnel I saw the grim reaper as he came joyfully with his scythe to pick up wandering souls waiting for the post man.
each souls young and old waiting for a farewell letter,
a letter filled with mortal thoughts,
for the words thereof are the currency of the immortals, and he without a letter has his head been kept by the scythe.
and at the end of the tunnel with chains of souls marching beyond,I passed on my farewell letter which could only be read by the wandering souls..
and aloud they read..
"To the strings that doesn't play anymore and became a servant to rust
to the voice that doesn't speak anymore but wishes to be heard
to the eyes that doesn't see anymore but wishes for a glance
to the legs that doesn't dance anymore but wishes for a waltz of life..
to them all a letter of farewell awaits.."
and this one has been sent to the lost soul crying at the river side, whose tears has become a waterfall to the land,
Dear lost soul..find your peace and take with you this letter of farewell and travel far and make yourself a shining star.
for we mortals carry on living as two,
but it's sad all we can do is to deliver a farewell currency to keep you moving..
©lanceslim
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