I found a bird today dead on the ground. I picked it up to feel the coldness of it's life extinct. A shell of a once beautiful bird. Now rotting in the midday sun. The grass now wilting as winter starts it's frost. The cold silence of a world born to die. And as I see nothing here to which I could say will be here tomorrow. For life here is like a fleeting wind. Gone as the passing day into eternal night. To with no truth can be seen when hidden in the darkness. And no darkness eternal as the day forgot. Cycles, waves of life to be extinct with the passing of it's final day. A world of death. cold dark and dieing.Who's truth can be seen only in the darkness of times forgot. And illusions of a world we wish could be. But again alas The day is soon at end. As the sun dies with the world of death we once knew.
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