Between each heartbeat, an unspoken tale, In quiet whispers, life unfurls like a sail. Death, the silent shore to which we drift, Untangles the riddle in the mist's gentle lift. Lessons whispered through the reeds of time, In life's frail tremble and the death chime. Is this life but a fleeting play? Upon a stage that snakes away. Crumb by crumb, life's hourglass spills, Amid the silence, something fills. Shredding the veil, from birth to death, And yet, between breaths, the echo of existence is left. [outro][end]
