The Gift Most Precious
The aging, moss covered markers exist as tributes
testaments of life past
living lives in a different moment
All that I feel was felt before
love, pain, joy ,fear
drifting through time, passion that is life
Too soon must I relinquish this precious gift
given but for a while
Beauty so rare it cannot be contained
Although I must bow before time ,life is eternal
My stone shall be a testament,
"Weep not, for I was given the gift most precious"
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