Epitath Poem by Sarah Green

Epitath

Rating: 4.5


Cold as ice,
deep in the ground,
far from the sight of many,
slowly disappearing,
breaking into tiny pieces,
disintegrating to dust,
nothing left to save.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Goldy Locks 15 October 2009

full, well-developed idea from start to finish... I have no doubt your teacher will be more than pleased. But it's not about impressing the teacher, remember, it's about living up to your own expectations. keep on ~ goldy

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