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Friday, January 11, 2019

Death

Death

Death, she brings closure,
accompanied by sadness
to all those around;

Death, she opens doors,
into a void unknown
to the one who has passed;

Death, is just a movement,
from one state of body
to another state of mind;

Death, is always certain,
for you and me, and the rest
of humanity, alive;

Death, she comes without warning,
whisking us away,
to a land never seen before;

Death, is pleasurable,
to those stricken with strife,
and little hopes to dream of;

Death, is definitely mandatory,
to make space for more
waiting to be born.

Colombo, Jan 11, 2019

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