The face of death

This is how death looks like, a stillness in the air, graying leaves whisper gently, a soft sigh in the fading light. It wears a cloak of silence, momentary shadows stretch, a forgotten song left unsung, a candle flickering, then gone. Eyes that once sparkled slowly close, and every heartbeat takes a step back. It’s a faded photograph, crinkled corners, memories held tightly, palm to palm, reminders of laughter— now echoes in the distance. This is how death looks like, not an ending, but a pause, a hush in our busy lives, the moment before the dawn breaks.