Not sleeping
awaken she is,
Entombed not
she is free
Broken all temporal
skeins entangled
of time ‘n bonds,
Swathed in solitude
of eternities,
Beneath the sods
where smiling hyacinths,
snowdrops bejewel her,
Where grey doves sing
lullaby for her.
Away from mundane
diurnals
she’s breathing in peace
away from life
contentedly she is living.
Wowww! Stunning creation. 💚💚💚
The life of your protagonist makes me sad.
Perhaps a final rest. I also had an idea of writing an epitaph.
Beautiful
Such a peaceful resting place you have conjured!
A peaceful bed indeed! Awesome piece💚💚
Very poignant ! Finally she rested.💚💚
Poignant and beautiful💚
Beautiful 💚💚💚
Rest at last!