Death
A cold rain falls upon the ground,
Death in the gray day all around.
Muffled in mist of somber clouds,
Its cloak of darkness ever shrouds.
Obscured is the peace found within,
All that is and has ever been.
Under cover of leaden skies,
It waits patiently life's demise.
Each drop in melancholy sound,
The unspoken word of death found.
Bringing closure and setting free
All that was and will ever be.
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