Poem -

Laying to rest.

Laying to rest.

Winters grave pulled leaves from the trees

leaving the grounds there covered and the stems empty

What void, in death - do you speak of love, how to mend a willow weeping

So many lives there lay
With stones and gates

Memories laying to rest

The sun neatly shadows the corner stone

And I stand alone
With hand picked flowers

At the end of the land

Everything that ever was
Or ever will be
- within my hand.

 

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Angel

Interesting poem angel

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deano

Thank you angel ❤️😘

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Cherie Sumner Taylor

Very somber in death's portrayal of grave site's unavoidable truth....Great work sis. xo ;)  ((hugs)) 

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deano

Thank you sis ❤️ I have an image for this piece, but having trouble uploading it xox

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lodigiana

Oh Deano I love this !  The finality of death and its effect on love is such a complex thing to write about- It reminds me quite a lot of a poem I wrote  some time ago called   'I See The Flowers' which dealt with a similar theme- lovely work Deano!!! xx

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deano

Thank you Iodigiana ❤️😊

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