I fear the hush that follows breath, The silent arms of certain death. It creeps in thoughts I cannot flee, A shadow cast too close to me. Yet oh, how bright the lilies bloom, How sweet the dawn dispels the gloom. The sky, a canvas drawn so wide— Each moment paints the soul inside. The laughter shared, the rain, the fire, The ache of hope, the small desire— All speak of life in fleeting grace, A miracle I can’t replace. Though death may knock with patient hand, I’ll dance until I cannot stand. For every heartbeat, wild and free, Proclaims how beautiful life can be.
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