Peace found at last…

Bridge

poppy field reduced

 

When I pass through those pearly gates

Pain carried forward, it will negate

Seeing clearly the healing light

A time to rest and reflect, give up the fight

I come across an old stone bridge

And sit upon its stony ridge

Looking down into the crystal stream

Wondering if it’s all a dream

Walking again I feel at peace

The strangest feeling of release

For I know I am home at last

No longer remembering any of my past.

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