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Even in Death
The strangest of images;
the old woman's grave.
Alone on the mound
with just a willow, a slave.
The grass would not grow,
the worms would not feast,
but the willow, it bows
to the old woman's feet.
the old woman's grave.
Alone on the mound
with just a willow, a slave.
The grass would not grow,
the worms would not feast,
but the willow, it bows
to the old woman's feet.
Published 17th Feb 2012
| Edited 27th Mar 2012
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