Can poetry save your silly old soul and do you like this rhyme I climb?
skipping along graceful ease
, wiping dirt off knees
softly foot steps on greenest lush lawn ...
teardrops fall rapidly heart torn!
grave keeper
dirt sweeper
, little soul weeper ...
collecting flowers , arranging them ...
every small detail perfect, know!
, time drifts, garden grow ...
because soul glows @ end of deaths row!
i'm building shrine
, through angels eyes shine
when time ends in rhyme ...
pearly gates open , won't need climb!
i'm not average grave tender , sure
kind mined nature keeps me returning once more
dig white shovel can call spade ...
feeling highly heavenly elevated display these hands made!
watering , weeding
soul feeding
, whilst bleeding
angels never needing ...
never forgotten , fondly remembered ...
lay down beside them when mortality surrendered!
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, if poem not enough ...
can ... it's tough!
skipping along graceful ease , wiping dirt off knees softly foot steps on greenest lush lawn ... teardrops fall rapidly heart torn! grave keeper dirt sweeper , little soul weeper ... collecting flowers , arranging them ... every small detail perfect, you...
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