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The End


The End

The rich colors;

A golden glow

      of marigold,

            a hint of deep red.

Falling down the sky,

      for what is

            the very last time.

 

The time has come

      to reach the end,

            It is time

      to say the last goodbye.

      Nothing of worth,

is left behind.

 

Icy mountain tops have melted,

Tears stream from the Creator’s eyes,

for something once great,

      once a miraculous place.

Though creations can falter,

      Life can become meaningless.

 

The time has finally come,

      to say goodbye to the rotten soil,

            to the icy and utterly lost hearts.

      The sad and broken lives

            Left to ponder,

      Whether there is a purpose,

            To live a life of

                  despair and unhappiness.

 

The colors of warmth,

      fall to the end of existence.

The feeling of devotion

      has long left.

Anger and hatred

      Leave as the mind dissolves.

            Numb,

      undisturbed.

The end of life.

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