Tiny Fawns

Daily poetry from Brianna Dawn.

epitaph

when words don’t come anymore
from the dead, the living thread
just a few more across stone.
the words are meant to warm
the hearts of people still walking
on the ground, and not for the bones
buried beneath the soil.
bones are bones and don’t
bother with sound.

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: express

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