A second coffin
Was wheeled out
Someone else
Had died
But then I saw
The robins land
So I stood
As my tears dried
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
A second coffin
Was wheeled out
Someone else
Had died
But then I saw
The robins land
So I stood
As my tears dried
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 
This poetry at its best in the worst of times… take care out there.
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Thank you my friend.
You’re too kind to me as always.
🖤🖤
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Beautiful!!! 😄💙 Can’t beat a couple of robins.
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How right you are!! 😁🐐🖤
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😁👍
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Blimey!
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Yup 😔🖤
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😔😥
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😔🖤
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taut and scary — but then the robins: nature is a beautiful salve; I love the juxtaposition of the terrible and beautiful
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Thank you my friend.
Exactly what I was going for as that’s exactly what I felt when standing there 😔🖤
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This poem feels like a weeping breath, soft and steady in time… Beautiful ❤
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Thank you.
I don’t do this kind of softer and subtle kind of poem often so it’s nice to know I might have got it right this time 👍🖤
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It’s totally perfect!!! I love it ❤
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You’re too kind 👍🖤
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