On the edge of twilight’s gentle embrace,
Shadows dance where memories trace.
The whisper of the final breath,
Echoes softly, a song of death.

A life once vibrant, now fades away,
Leaving whispers of yesterdays.
In the silence, tears may fall,
For every soul, a story calls.

The stars above, a silent choir,
Sing of love and hearts’ desire.
Yet in the end, we all must part,
Leaving echoes in the heart.

Though loss may bring a heavy sorrow,
Memories linger, bright tomorrow.
In every breath, a life well-spent,
Death is not the end, but a gentle descent.