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Will She Shed Tears On My Headstone

Will She Shed Tears On My Headstone When my ghost and I fade away into earth's breast that final day shall I rest in paradise hills or as a fish among the rills lay beneath blue of foaming seas leaving these olden bones in me? When this earthen spirit takes flight flying from worry and world's blight can looking back it then realize life and love were the greatest prize or would sorrows its sight then blind love's sweet remnants from mortal mind. When body is laid underground music plays, yet heard is no sound could her image and love give aid to heal the wounds regrets have made? When life flees and I rest alone. Will she shed tears on my headstone? Robert J. Lindley, 8-10-2020 Rhyme, ( Pondering Thoughts Born Before Death Arrives )

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Date: 8/13/2020 3:18:00 PM
Beautiful sadness, I believe that life goes on and we are always in the hearts of those we love, who reciprocate that love, whether in this life or the next. Well penned.
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Robert Lindley
Date: 8/18/2020 5:14:00 AM
Thank you my friend. I too believe that is the case. That those passed on--look back at those they love and pray for their well happiness and well being.. God bless..
Date: 8/11/2020 12:56:00 PM
Nice one...Would it matter if she didn't...things we think about...
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Robert Lindley
Date: 8/18/2020 5:12:00 AM
Thank you my friend. Not really, but while alive and pondering it oft seems so..God bless....
Date: 8/10/2020 12:56:00 PM
Lovely with a doze of sadness, Robert. Such thoughts cannot be helped when we realize how quick time is going by, and what will happen once we depart. Pleased to see you back in action, my friend. Regards // paul
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Robert Lindley
Date: 8/18/2020 5:11:00 AM
Thank you my friend. Yes, time flies as flaming arrow shot at the sinking red sun. God bless..

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