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Your Grave

Your Grave - This one is from my 'Show Day' series. 


Your grave was small, a patch of stone,

An overgrown and silent place,

A dead daisy stood there alone,
Where once you lit the world with grace.

In life you were the life and soul,
The voice that filled each empty room,
Now wind and weeds have taken hold,
And time has let your memory bloom...

Or fade, perhaps. For who can tell
When all the names begin to blur?
This graveyard where too many dwell
Holds those who once belonged to her...

To us, to days of golden light,
Of daffodils and Easter air,
Now lost beyond our fading sight...
And I alone still find you there.

Where is everyone? Why forget
The world that felt so bright and true?
Time swept the days we can’t reset...
And left behind so much…you.



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