Death
People around,
The dull and cold body they found.
As thy body lying on the floor,
Hands are straight, eyes are closed,
None of the air and life is forced.
The face was pale, the eyes were hail.
The fear of death, make people shudder.
The hunger is gone, the thirst was lost,
No murmuring sound, no laughing around,
No active eyes, no speaking words,
lips are white, the body is lite,
Lost in thoughts and forgotten all
That's how death comes to all.
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