Between life and death..
There is a minuscule gap, a gap of a moment
The previous moment you are there,
And the next you are gone
It is a matter of breath..
If you are breathing, they call you
alive
But then.. the second the respiration stops..
You are a thing of the past Mourners
take charge
Until memory fades away
What about the..
Wealth you have amassed?
Your struggles to success?
Your sleepless nights?
Grievous pain, all gone in vain..
Within a spur of a moment and you’re no
longer around..
They said the loudest noise is the
silence..
So now we know a graves full of bones do not make a sound.
So now we know a graves full of bones do not make a sound.
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