Shed the dread of death. it's new beginning: A poem
Shed the dread of death. it's new beginning: A poem
The ending fills us with a chilling dread,
A vast unknown, a shadow we can't chart.
Our little minds can't grasp the final fade,
A change of form, a worldly life depart.
It’s not annihilation, this strange role,
A natural passing, making spirits whole.
Deem death a phase within life's art,
A shift in being, not a final start.
Awareness guides us to the unknown goal,
A transformation, not a stark black hole.
Embrace the truth, this ever-present chart,
That death's renewal is life's truest art.
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