As the moss grow on the stone. No footprints on the grass. The writing fades with time. No friends no family. Time has outlived the mere mortality. Birds no longer flutter around. The cracked angel wings stare down. Waiting, hoping to relive. Ashes and dust,The writing goes "I am gone. Hope my friend someday to meet, once more." :)
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