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Suffer No More
Desolate slabs, gloomy grey epitaphic wit, words of the day seedy grass upon mounds slanted scattered flowers, unplanted cascading tears of mourning dew await the sun to shine through remembering life, through death as we recall a memorable last breath a tree rustles from a winded spirit slightly faint, did you hear it an echo from flesh we came to know voices our hearts won't let go upon this pain, I've been a slave yet freedom awaits, within the grave. |
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 an absolute beauty 
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Suffer No More Desolate slabs, gloomy grey epitaphic wit, words of the day seedy grass upon mounds slanted scattered flowers, unplanted cascading tears of mourning dew await the sun to shine through remembering life, through death as we recall a memorable last breath a tree rustles from a winded spirit slightly faint, did you hear it an echo from flesh we came to know voices our hearts won't let go upon this pain, I've been a slave yet freedom awaits, within the grave. one could relate this season, autumn, death in all its glory, to be covered over by cold and colder still, to gift a seeds growth. Yes, this brought thoughts to be thankful. |
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awesome
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brilliant
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beautiful
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feeling all of this-thank you
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An excellent read
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I've read this from several angles. Now if I can just shut my subconscious thoughts off, well perfect timing for me is what I mean. Thanks for posting.
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Through twilights of dispair,
memories turn ambers into tiny spirits dancing in my mind. Displacing sorrowed times once felt, into a new day to melt. Great write man,,,and so felt here by many,,,,cheers
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this would be a beautiful poem to read for Remembrance Day
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beautiful
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brilliant
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