I feel no breeze, nor scorching sun
Unweathered, I face the storms and rain.
Fear has left me, so's sorrow
As they shoveled in the mud and grain.
I witness tales of reminiscent woes
As whispered under hues of blue and gray
Fading into sounds of bees and birds
As they alight on my nameless grave
Time seems still and yet it flows
As the "constant" unfolds in "constant change"
No tears nor words now seem to stir me
As I begin to ascend from my nameless grave...
Unweathered, I face the storms and rain.
Fear has left me, so's sorrow
As they shoveled in the mud and grain.
I witness tales of reminiscent woes
As whispered under hues of blue and gray
Fading into sounds of bees and birds
As they alight on my nameless grave
Time seems still and yet it flows
As the "constant" unfolds in "constant change"
No tears nor words now seem to stir me
As I begin to ascend from my nameless grave...
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