May 13, 2008
and mute.
Dry, greatly,
withered away.
A spectral,
touch of grey.
The marker,
printed with a loved one's name.
Who's now lying still,
sleeping under the stars.
Ones with hearts still beating,
standing, weeping silently.
The marker that holds the last information,
of the soul that left the world.

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