Death is the irreversible cessation of life.
Death is a complete change in the status of a living entity.
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The sun yawns wearily and
creeps quietly beyond the
western horizon,
And the moon jumps promptly
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Shapely and curvaceous lips,
Protruding at intervals to each other,
Circling, entranced, around it's nectar eclipsed,
They protect from an unwanted interloper.
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Love hurts like a rose,
Seeming instantly attractive,
It too has it's thorns.
They hurt, they sting and burn,
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The trees stood tall through early months,
and without hindrance they staked their claim,
'til autumn’s harsh indifference came.
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Death is the passing of a soul,
into a better world.
Fear it not, hate it not,
Embrace it and celebrate
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She would sit in her wicker chair,
A white apron draped across her knees,
Her hands rested there, with rosary beads
strung between her fingers.
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In death they are gone from our side,
Do not fear, nor do not mourn nor worry.
They have left us, but yet are still with us,
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Raindrops fall quietly by,
While sun shall sleep behind a layer
of gray moving through the sky,
Moistening the dear crisp air.
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