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❝ Dainty droplets fall onto earth's surface,
as everything and everyone gets wet.
I, Death, was the only witness,
in this unspoken duet.
Silently standing under the rain,
wearing a yellow cardigan.
I was the one to feel the pain,
of millions hidden.
'My! How bizarre!'
Droplets start engulfing me.
I see another sadistic scar,
of someone finally free.
"Why, hello there!"
a hand waves at me, upside-down.
"You do realise, you are giving them a nightmare?"
I question Life with a frigid frown.
"Oh my! This isn't a nightmare."
giggles Life as he lazily lands.
"This is a farewell,
from many controlling callous hands."
Squinting my eyes in suspicion,
I glance around.
'This really was a mission,
to empower the ones long drowned.'
A odd but reassuring ray of light,
outshines from youthful minds.
It was time to re-ignite,
the ones selfishly sniped.
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> Central Idea: The poem explores the duality of life and death, depicting a conversation between Death and Life. It reflects on the pain and suffering of those who feel oppressed or controlled, while also highlighting the potential for rebirth and empowerment.
> Context: The poem aims to provoke thought about the nature of suffering, the role of death in the cycle of life, and the potential for empowerment and renewal in the face of despair. It challenges the reader to reconsider the narratives surrounding life and death, ultimately suggesting that even in darkest moments, there can be hope for rebirth and freedom.
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