RISSA FORMICA - Aurora Borealis

The beauty of the sky comes within our eyes.
Lights that shine as bright as your eyes.
The colors to match our souls.
The elegance to match our spirits.
But what if there is so many lives.
The natives have once said
'once a living thing dies it goes to the lights to be guided in the afterlife'
Is this true?
Once we die do we go to the lights to have peace?
Do we feel the elegance of the lights-
The twist and turns they have made?
Do we see our past lives-the lives we have all shared?
Or do we see loved ones in the lights as we walk forth?
The tears in our eyes make the stars in the sky.
The freeing of our spirits make the twists and turns in the sky.
What if our lives our souls and spirits make up the lights-make up the sky and make up life.....

RISSA FORMICA

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