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Ode to Tombstones

Wooden crosses staked in rows
Weeping in the pulse of time
Most of it, much alive
The daisies are blooming
Watered by grieving tears

Carved rocks of marble
Freshly engraved for all to see
Others older, hidden, eroding…
Begging to be read
As if to say:
“I’m not dead yet.”

Wandering inside these gates of names
Beside hundreds of bodies
Thousands of stories silenced by dirt
Some told many times
Others hardly known…
And far too many, never told
This reality, haunts me the most

I graze the letters on their tombstones
Trace each little crack and line
Smiling down, I touch the ground
As if to say:
“Go on, I’m listening.”
Written by Thetravelingfairy
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