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Death.


Death.

When fire is silenced to smoke.
When raging storms is reduced to a breeze.
When gushing waters hush to a trickle.

When lips hold secrets,
Time is cut off,
And words are trapped forever.

When the soul yearns to flourish,
Yet crushed too soon.

When the heart longs to throb
Just once,
Yet suppressed too soon.

When beauty unfolds in one's eyes
And withers in moments.

When dreams, created with zeal
Crumble in your eyes.

When fruiful joy in warmth
Shrivels in icy hatred.

When the last shred of hope
Weakens and tears apart.

When the infant, in lost search
Loses grasp of its motherly bond.

The premature lily, softly folded in silence
Wrinkled in fear and refusal
Forever hidden in oblivion

A moist clump of earth,
Now a lifeless carcass.

Death,
Is a beautiful rest.
The drowsy eyelids
Snap shut,
One last time.

The fiery heat of the flames,
Thawing and embracing
Icy twilight.

When the hands of the clock
Melt and creep closer
To the last moment,
But snatched too soon.


Death is,
The evaporated love of a mother.



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