Salt of the Earth
Rain fill this grave
soften bones that have been so brave;
your heart will hear my chord so simple
bloom an echo sweet and gentle;
to grow as life between the grass
guiding the sun and moon to pass;
listen for my voice is soft and light
a lingering nocturne in the night.
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