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words never spoken

I stand where I am,
and watch them lower him,
into his final resting place,
a hole in the ground,
a black nothing.

Words never spoken,
seem to sing a sad song,
of what has become,
and what will never become.

As the seasons change, 
and things get rearanged,
that cold headstone remains there,
amoung thounds of millons ,
reminding us of those words never spoken.

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  • Blue-Rose Beauty
    July 16

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    That was an ok poem. Not great, didn't stand out.

    Favorite lines: As the seasons change,
    and things get rearanged,

    The rhyme worked good there.

    Overall grade: 4/10

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