Epitaph Poem by Matt Starking

Epitaph

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Trees grow from flowers
before they grow fruits
it gets rip and rotten
in other for it seeds
to geminate again
we live to die
in other to live again
even though here lies
may mortal body
am still here today
for the reward of the righteous
is eternity

Epitaph
Monday, September 7, 2015
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