Inevitable
Death, the inevitable
a path we follow
stepped out in paces
intervals by chance
no escape, the icy tendrils.
In its wake,
swallowed by the vortex
enveloped in grief
mired to a past.
Time brings salvation,
it's healing rays
thaws the heart
from shallow grave.
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