The
biggest proof
Of
death
Is
the dead body
Death
makes it quite obvious
Its
work is definitive
Fashioning
its own course
Drafting
its own rules
Death
writes so well
No
poetry resists it
No
poet resolves it
Death
has no cannons to shoot
No
farewell gift to life
It
passes
Like
a breeze through human heart
Takes
away all its songs
Death
leaves silence behind
As
if deserting its own child
I
am left with silence too
Has
death touched me already?
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