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In she spoke of waiting
Her final days were
These fields have since last she wept
the silent throng

She where childhood memories lie
Above, beside, within
The carvings have the hand
Which bled to first them

As features of the landscape
The oldest are falling
Awareness sweeps the view
She as if recalling

first beyond the canopy
They soon had reached the
The clouds infused with burning
Arrived coldest corners

The windswept valley now
As dying are uttered
From lips of earth and strain
leaves, her last thoughts fluttered

Again it overhead
The knowledge of it me
And when the water starts to
Preserve the drop kills me