Somber winds carrying the news
Of who through the night we've had to lose
Shallow graves dug in the rock laden soil
Tear soaked grounds with a wooden post
Laying to rest, the one we've loves most
And out of the sorrow, we tend to what we grow
The name of the loved one, scribed in stone
Of this melancholia, we erase what is known
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Dedicated to the memory of Max Von Baren
My loyal Belgium Shepherd
This is very good poetry, Timothy. It sounds mature beyond your years. Keep writing. Ron
A touching tribute to the memory of your furry child. I believe, whole heartedly, that pets are a gift and that they are here to teach us what love is and how love is supposed to be. I'm so sorry for your loss.
awh how sad! ! ! ! ! ! ! I only hope this is in memory of a pet. lovely touchy words Tim. You write beautiful poetry. Great star you will be some day i bet. ++++++++++++++++++++++10000000000000000000000000000 to my lil fren loves anju
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your words always seem to amaze me. As though every time I read what you wrote it feels as though you're talking to my soul.