Death
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An hourglass of sand
An uphill climb
A soul overwhelmed
By the passage of time
A shrouded figure wielding a tool to harvest
A collector of vitality met with strife
Death, only of the body
Recycling cells to give birth to life
A ceremony to share grief
Of a moment in time we cannot keep
Restless body retreating
To a wooden box for sleep
A black horse to decorate a tomb
A reminder of reality
The eyes of a raven
Watching the delusion of duality
A bouquet of white flowers to accompany
The aroma of decay
Bone reduced to marrow
Inside a bed made of clay
A cycle of life
Is death the end?
Or merely the beginning
Of a journey to transcend?
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