PRISONER OF TIME 2 © 2008

Life Reduced

To the domain of death,

An inevitable cycle,

That leads us to the end, without luck.

All that was, shrinks,

In the narrow space of farewell,

Where existence retreats,

And the body rests under the heavens.

In the domain of death, silence reigns,

And life, once vibrant and vast,

Becomes memory, a shadow that waits,

At the boundary between what was and what remains.

Life reduced to the end,

Is merely a phase, a transition,

Where the soul, in its endless journey,

Seeks a new form, a new dimension.

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