After death's quiet shroud descends,
In stillness, life's journey ends.
The world goes on, in endless flow,
While we depart, where shadows go.
Yet in our memories, we remain,
A whisper in the silent rain.
A tapestry of days gone by,
In every tear, in every sigh.
For death, the door to the unknown,
A realm where seeds of truth are sown.
In this cycle, we find the depth,
Embracing life, even after death.
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