An Epitaph Speaks
Cut these verses into my stone
And let life cast its cold eye,
Until it gathers those living
That they be brought here to lie;
To peruse my somber lyrics
So sculpted upon their bed,
It is but divine sorcery
Which helps resurrect the dead.
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Copyright © Amar Agarwala | Year Posted 2017
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