The soul ascends, like smoke upon the breeze,
It dances lightly in the golden glow,
Through realms unseen, where time and space appease,
In whispers soft, it learns the truths we sow.
Like rivers flowing toward the endless sea,
It sheds the weight of flesh and earthly ties,
Awakening to boundless light, so free,
Where spirit soars, and all that binds it dies.
In twilight's hush, the echoes start to sing,
A symphony of peace that knows no end,
Each note, a spark of joy the heavens bring,
In radiant realms where love and light descend.
For life is but a journey through the night—
Beyond this world, the soul finds purest light.
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