A lifeless form, once full of grace,
Now drifts with ease along the river's
pace.
The water's flow, a mournful hymn,
Sings of a life now dark and grim.
The body, once a vessel for a soul,
Now a lifeless shell, no longer whole.
The river's currents, a somber guide, lead
the body to its final tide.
In the river's murky depths, a lifeless body
gently rests.
Once full of vitality and grace,
Now a pale and still face.
The water's currents softly sway, as if to
mourn this life's decay.
Questions linger in the air.
How did she end up there?
Was it an accident or a crime?
Did she suffer? Was it sublime?
The mystery of her fate, mere memory, a
forgotten face.
The body's journey has come to an end,
And we mourn the loss of a dear friend.
But the soul, ah, the soul, it lives on,
Beyond the body, beyond the dawn.
The soul, once trapped, is now free to
roam,
To find a new vessel, a new home.
The body, once a vessel for a soul, is now
a memory, a story to be told.
And as we say our final goodbyes, we
know the soul will continue to rise.
©kami
K