If there were no coffins,
every body
would become fertilizer
and every grave
a place where the grass
is always greener.
Poem title from chapter 27 of poemcrazy by Susan G. Wooldridge.
Peace to your ♥!
(ad)ventures in poetry
(ad)ventures in poetry
If there were no coffins,
every body
would become fertilizer
and every grave
a place where the grass
is always greener.
Poem title from chapter 27 of poemcrazy by Susan G. Wooldridge.
Peace to your ♥!
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