letters in demise
through whispering leaves and silent trees
your names one by one start to arise
under clouds and stone you now breathe
most markings and letters in demise
guarded by your solid winged women
still standing tall after all these years
here where the sun sets a mood too thin
it seems like nothing ever disappears
at night down alone but safe
no petty animals to entertain
close neighbors never met
I know when one will set sail
to leave and abandon pain
there is some life after death
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