Rose quartz laid beneath the soil.
Amidst the diamonds.
Rewards grown underground.
Never to be found.
The sleepers with the bony fingers, clasp tight the gifts they bear.
Only the grave robbers care.
Not scared of raking up the earth.
Merry makers making mirth.
Past times.
Passed times.
Pieces of pewter.
Old crocks.
In bed with old crocks.
Mounds of dead soil.
Piles rocks.
Curled up remains of mortal child.
Long since gone.
Mystery of history.
Revealed, unfeeling.
Respectful.
(C) LIVVI
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 4:09 PM UTC
Rose quartz laid beneath the soil.
Amidst the diamonds.
Rewards grown underground.
Never to be found.
The sleepers with the bony fingers, clasp tight the gifts they bear.
Only the grave robbers care.
Not scared of raking up the earth.
Merry makers making mirth.
Past times.
Passed times.
Pieces of pewter.
Old crocks.
In bed with old crocks.
Mounds of dead soil.
Piles rocks.
Curled up remains of mortal child.
Long since gone.
Mystery of history.
Revealed, unfeeling.
Respectful.
(C) LIVVI
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