Death must be beautiful, a peaceful final rest,
Where souls beseech to surrender and acquiesce.
The tapestry of life unravels inch by inch,
Embracing the void with grace, finding eternal peace.
Every flower wilts, its petals kiss the ground,
As nature’s cycle weaves its web, profound.
Whispers of the wind carry secrets untold,
As time’s hands repeat stories old.
Stars sparkle above, guiding lost souls below,
Through cosmic pathways where mysteries glow.
In the depths of darkness, a celestial light,
Unveiling truths that transcend earthly sight.
From birth to death, the dance of existence flows,
Melodies of joy and woes, life's highs and lows.
One's journey complete, a soul finds its release,
Into the arms of death, finding infinite peace.
Through endings, beginnings find their sacred birth,
For in death's embrace, a new cycle's mirth.
©viralfreak
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