Death came for Life,
but when it saw how beautifully Life flowed,
it stopped in its tracks.
Death became obsessed, a silent admirer,
while Life never noticed its presence.
Life just lived, loved, experienced.
Life held no fear,
Life simply was.
Death envied Life’s delusions,
for Death was bound by certainties,
while Life wandered free,
lost in illusions.
One day, Life felt Death’s breath
and trembled in fear.
But as Death drew near,
Life surrendered,
let Death in,
and held its memories close.
Death fell in love with Life,
and Life embraced Death.
Together, they created beauty and meaning.
Death was not to be feared,
and Life was meant to be celebrated.
Without Life, Death did not wound.
Without Death, Life had no purpose.
In one brief moment,
they coexisted—
embracing for the first and last time,
when Death collided with Life,
and Life felt fine