In shadows where our fleeting moments weave,
The specter of our end does softly cleave.
Yet in this dance, where death’s dark whispers play,
We find the light within each precious day.
With every dawn, the fleeting night departs,
Reminding us of fragile, beating hearts.
Through whispered fears, we learn to boldly stride,
Embracing life with death close by our side.
For in the face of endings, joys ignite,
And sorrow’s depth gives birth to pure delight.
So let us live, where shadows blend with light,
In death’s embrace, we find life’s truest might.
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