My Dog, Mate

Growth In Death


The path is ahead
I walk with those close.
Those in my imagination
Cheer me on.

Over the hill
Onto the field I wander.
Flowers surrounding me
I'll just let them be.

They will grow
And not die as their
Stems won't be cut.

It will rain.

I'll rest among them
And the Become one with the earth.

The coming year will bring
A more vibrant grave.

 

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pssyEatnPreacher
pssyEatnPreacher

I believe that we are what we are in fault of our surrounding information and accrued knowledge. Everything I post is in hopes of expanding others imagination and perspective of life around them. (Will be updated..regularly?)


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Poetry and short stories I have written and will write pertaining to events that are commonplace for us, such as emotions and events. All and all just a Blog to share and, hopefully, inspire.

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