Life, Death and Soul

A lifeless body,
A bodiless soul.
Stiff hands, stiff feet,
A heart without a beat.
A brain, with no power to feed.
Eyes without any sort of fluid,
Nothing to see,
Motionless lips,
With nothing to reap.
(The silence hurting the ears.)
Swallowed tongue,
No longer meant to taste or eat.
Yet a tear, in the eyes of the watcher.
A tear and nothing else to say or do,
For death is something that silences, silences!
Flames of fire,
Turning the body into ashes,
Eradicating the contact of the body and the soul.
It's the birth of a child for the soul.
Delicate hands, delicate feet,
Lips young enough to be unable to reap.
It's the cry that one hears,
Which sounds like music to the ears.
The heart pumping fast,
Watching the new world in which it has to last.
Time moves on,
And the time is always on the roll,
For it's the death of the body,
And not the soul.......
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