Mortal Side
SHE died,—this was the way she died;
And when her breath was done,
Took up her simple wardrobe
And started for the sun.
Her little figure at the gate
The angels must have spied,
Since I could never find her
Upon the mortal side.
Filed under: Death Poems and Poetry
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(14 votes, average: 4.29 out of 5)
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It is short and to the point, while remaining beautiful in all of its aspects. There remains alot of meaning beneathe the few words. You just have to learn how to dig deep to find the true meaning.
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