If we were gone, would someone care? Would someone wish that our lives were spared?
Would the trees loose leaves over our graves, to cover the absence of flowers and staves?
We would leave forever, but if no one cared, were we really ever there?
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For the dead poets
PoetryA miscellaneous collection of thoughts I figured out by writing. All original poems.
Ever there
If we were gone, would someone care? Would someone wish that our lives were spared?
Would the trees loose leaves over our graves, to cover the absence of flowers and staves?
We would leave forever, but if no one cared, were we really ever there?