In the twilight’s tender hush, she finds her rest,
A soul so keen, with thoughts so deeply pressed.
The gentle whisper of death, in shadows cast,
A quiet end to a journey vast.

Her words, a tapestry of life and sorrow,
Woven in silence, echoing tomorrow.
In every verse, a delicate dance with fate,
A poet’s heart, in eternity’s gate.

She spoke of death as if it were a friend,
A companion, with whom lives could mend.
In each line, a serene acceptance,
Of the final breath, the ultimate transcendence.

Now she sleeps, in nature’s soft embrace,
Leaving behind a legacy, a sacred space.
Her poetry, a testament to the end,
A timeless song, where life and death blend.