Mournings thereafter, felt in deepful peace, silent prayers
waking memories of the past.
Quiet undertakings, swiftly buried, covered with earth's
coattails, no longer visible.
Whenever light shines through the tearful heavens, rain
falls, wetting the environment of pity.
Costly reminders of trampled emotions pinned to the bottom
of life's stairs.
Stealthily running, hiding from the righteous piety of long
lost strangers, alone, deserted.
Markers covering the last resting place of each upon earth,
forgetting the world and it's respite throughout eternity.
Reddened ideas no longer thought, for experiences have
vanished in the winds of life.
Blown across pathways, there aren't any more portrayals of
life lived on earth.
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