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Note: This poem was written for "Stormy's Newsletter and Contest." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ D E A T H Some say that death is the loss of being, and maybe that is so. But I think death is the absence of all we've come to know. Death is when our heart has forgotten, when we no longer recall the embrace of a lover, tears of happiness, storms passing into delight. Death is losing that endless cycle, but I think, it should carry only passing sorrow. For death is the embrace of a new beginning, a step through secret doorways into existence elsewhere. And once we stop recalling, the loves and memories of old, it is the start of a contented life lived in a different house, on a different plane. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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