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Memento Mori
Memento Mori
Sun shone through the greying lace,
And highlighted her wrinkled face.
Dormant now, no signs of breath,
Not unexpected, a timely death.
Months of pain relieved by time,
Old age being nature’s ultimate crime.
A better place her soul now seeks,
Drying tears nestled on hollowed cheeks.
This disappearing woman faded from sight,
Unnoticed, she left us all...
Tuesday 7th January 2025 12:34 pm
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