Slowly, death is dying
as it can no longer
hold the dead in their grave
The body become soil
the spirit return to the giver
and life go on revolving
Death is now dying
since memories won't stop igniting
loving flames of those that are gone
Death is now dying
since minds won't stop shaping
by the impact of history
it's only dawn, and death is dying
when it's dusk men will know
that death is a new kind of birth.
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Last line- superb~ death is the birth of the another eternity!