Think of me not in death my love's

With a forgot or silent dream

Under the stone engraved statues

Empty of  face or smile

Frustrated by the life born

to the delicate butterfly

Listen for me not as an echo

Upon a foreign shore

With the desperation of the waves

Groping new places to explore

Fear not the sleep

With a mind heavy and overought

As if my life was dry unlived or unsought

But to the grass of seeds implanted

Continue to work the soil

Learn of the beauty in blooms

My laborer's of trials

Remember me as a mother Robin

called to leave her nest

Only after she and her young

Have shared of the same warm breast

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