When shadows embrace,
Death tiptoes softly, veiled in grace.
A whisper in the wind, a fleeting
breath,
It beckons us forth, toward the
unknown depth.
The sun dips low, painting the sky in
hues,
As life's fragile petals begin to lose.
The river of time, relentless and
swift,
Carries us towards eternity's drift.
Fear not, dear soul, for death is but a
door,
A passage to realms we've not explored
before.
Perhaps it's a garden where memories
bloom,
Or a cosmic dance where stars find
their room.
The seasons change, and so do we,
From flesh to dust, from mortality to free.
Yet in this transition, a beauty resides,
A symphony of endings where new
beginnings hide.
For death is not an end; it's a metamorphosis,
A release from early bonds, a
cosmic oasis.
The stars above and the earth below,
Whisper secrets of eternity we've yet
to know.
So let us not mourn, but celebrate
the flight,
As souls take wing and vanish into
night.
For death, my friend, is but a gentle
embrace,
Guiding us home to a boundless space.
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