She died on a dewy Sunday morning
As the earth indolently sun-bathed
The butterflies being pulled towards striking hues
The bright haze dimming everyone with a pleasant dullness
Life wafting along with a lazy hum
Leisurely & nonchalant.
She died.
No one noticed.
Her memory coalesced with the scattered dust,
The caressing rays, the falling dew...
And all things intangible.. effervescent...
She died as the morn rose
And at the day's close
Nothing remained of the life she had lived
Her entry and exit utterly forgettable
Such was her life's invisibility, such lack of meaning
It forces one to wonder...
If she hadn't lived at all,
The word 'Death' doth glorify her..
For there was no life in her to die...
No life to beget Death.
As the earth indolently sun-bathed
The butterflies being pulled towards striking hues
The bright haze dimming everyone with a pleasant dullness
Life wafting along with a lazy hum
Leisurely & nonchalant.
She died.
No one noticed.
Her memory coalesced with the scattered dust,
The caressing rays, the falling dew...
And all things intangible.. effervescent...
She died as the morn rose
And at the day's close
Nothing remained of the life she had lived
Her entry and exit utterly forgettable
Such was her life's invisibility, such lack of meaning
It forces one to wonder...
If she hadn't lived at all,
The word 'Death' doth glorify her..
For there was no life in her to die...
No life to beget Death.
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