Death

Any minute now
It will walk upto you
And touch you with its
Cold finger
Then take you to
Apparent Nothingness
But why should you fret
Highly misinterpreted
This is something beautiful
When someone’s life becomes
Someone else’s tale
Just like it is necessary
To silent every boat’s sail

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