I know better than to
stomp on graves
steal their bouquets
for when the wind picks up
I have the feeling
the dead
are watching
& one day I’ll rejoin their flock
I wonder who will be standing there,
Sometimes___
what kind of reputation// I’ll leave behind
If there’s any such one
maybe time will envelop me
its own precarious ocean
I know you wouldn’t know the difference
I know another day would rise and fall
& I’m almost looking forward to
being truly
unnoticed
Of indifference, throughout,
Or great unfathomable joy….
Leave the coins.
–LM
Simply amazing.❤️
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Thank you Grace ❤
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My pleasure, truly.💕
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Great personification.
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Thanks!
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Oooh, this was such a haunting poem! Better let the dead lie in peace until we join their welcome ranks ❤ 🙂
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Thank you Tom ❤
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