Death
Pale as the snow.
Coldness spreads.
No breath, nor heart beat.
An overwhelming silence.
No more thoughts.
Worries are absent.
The voices finally cease.
A peaceful rest.
Loved ones live on.
Memories as a constant companion.
Nothing can fill the emptiness.
Grief is the only guidance.
Death is what we all become.
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