I went to thank Her —
But She Slept —
Her Bed — a funneled Stone —
With Nosegays at the Head and Foot —
That Travellers — had thrown —

Who went to thank Her —
But She Slept —
‘Twas Short — to cross the Sea —
To look upon Her like — alive —
But turning back — ’twas slow —

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  1. frumpo says:

    Dead loved ones are unique and irreplaceable.

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