Friday, August 10, 2007

epitath on grass, not stone

i came upon a mound of grass,
all dirt and green,
some soul in the dew.

it's breath was warming,
it whispered to me:

"you will die alone,
but you will live in company."

the head stone was gone,
where it should of been,
written in the grass was

calming words

-TD 8/10/07

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