White flowers for a funeral

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She now walks on a carpet of dreams
Only the tales of her smile were left
To sit on her empty chair

Quietly waiting for us to gather around
She closes her eyes to this world
And I kiss her forehead
And I hug her body cold

One hand holds a white flower
The other, my aching heart
Both growing out of regrets
Neither I can put down

Why do all these strangers
Say she will be missed?
She’s not gone, she’s not lost
She is light and love and peace