Death
it doesn't belong to the day
nor does it belong to the night
it isn't influenced by time either
for it floats in a timeless existence
Death
I would describe it
as the beginning of the end
the witness of one's last sigh and sight
and the guide to the unknown hereafter
Death
it doesn't cry or smile
nor does it show any emotions
and it doesn't warn or tell when it comes along
it just arrives
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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