<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=383644" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Death</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The journey of death, I think of dying as it were<br>a sleeping process which it brings our thoughts<br>the illusion of angel's, heaven, clouds and paradise, <br>we see ourselves in a utopia dream world, <br>that brings us peace and harmony. Death is a <br>sad word; a word that is continually present with <br>melancholy thoughts that haunts the mind. I always <br>dismiss it from my mind, but always comes back. <br>It's there always trying to torment me, maybe if death <br>wasn't so enigmatic and dreadful, our thoughts would <br>change. We wouldn't think about it at all. When I think <br>of the old age, is like thinking, death is near, it's the <br>nearest thing to old age. Death, death is like a cold <br>and lonely sigh, Death, it comes like thieves in the <br>night, it takes you and it wont give you a notice nor a <br>warning. A deep anguish takes over our feelings; <br>death is a sad word, An empty sensation and a huge <br>grief, that torture's the soul and mind. Death we can't <br>defeated, escape or make it null. A reminder each <br>day that time will eventually stop and become eternal.<br>Death the only sure thing we inherit from the second <br>we are born, death, death, I cannot comprehend the <br>purpose to all, we struggle in our journey in every way, <br>to at the end, become dust in the wind, and then after <br>time has past, not even a vestige of us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elenushka+Toledo">Elenushka Toledo</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=383644" data-title="Death de Elenushka Toledo" data-description="The journey of death, I think of dying as it were a sleeping process which it brings our thoughts the illusion of angel's, heaven, clouds and paradise, we see ourselves in a utopia dream world, that brings us peace and harmony. Death is a sad w..."></div> </div> </div>

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