Slowly fading on the horizon, footprints being washed away
by tides of tomorrow, fluctuating daily, thoughts coming
and going.
Releasing us from this earth quietly, yet steadily, and
none of us seem to see it happening as we go our way,
doing what we think matters.
Death brings reality to bear upon our hearts, as we travel
through loss and grief, tears leading the way through a non-
existence that fills us with heartache and it's pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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