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Mortalis

 

From a young age I’d heard,

That death walks amongst us,

Yet is never seen

As the eyes of those who pass,

Must always be closed.

 

As I grew older, I learned;

Beauty is in the eye of beholder,

For with our waking lives

We must witness life,

In order to find it.

 

Yet as my days grew short, I realised;

True beauty lies within,

For when our eyes fade,

It can still be found,

In dreams and thoughts.

 

So as we expire, and who we are within

Is released,

Who else but death is left to know?

For even with eyes tightly shut;

We witness that old friend

Who, in the ultimate darkness,

Must be the greatest beauty of them all.

 

 

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