ying yang ghazel by: ben

​Blades of grass floating in a sea of dandelions, so few, Beautiful
Your loved ones smile, eyes gazing on you, Beautiful.

Graceful legs gliding across the floor making her way to me.
Flowing white dress, exactly how dreams come true, Beautiful.
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Waking, understanding that today, "I" transforms to "we".
Our dreams, no longer belong in our sleep, no memories to, Beautiful.
 
Dark grey clouds engulf the seemingly unseen blue sky.
The anger of the Gods portrayed by jolts of currents so true, Beautiful
 
The astonished, embarrassed look on Death's face.
When he realizes his grave mistake, checks his list through, Beautiful.
 
The look on your loved ones face so innocent and content.
The silk laced casket containing their fate holds true, Beautiful.
 
You definitely have Ben, waiting for the stars to shine your way.
For all the hard work you have put in, to reward you, Beautiful.

​Poetic