They say a picture speaks a thousand words, then what of death? A beautiful soul departs and all that's left are echoes of grief. Where flowers once bloomed, now lies a mournful grave. But even the darkness has something to say, as our tears fall into the ocean. Astha means faith - she was an angel without wings, holding hope always in her heart. She dared to dream, holding prayers like the moon holds our gaze, and now she's gone, gone too soon, yet her stories will always live on in sunrises and sunflowers.
May her soul rest in eternal peace.