His soul broke. He wept.
Roll back the stone, and let him
out. He only sleeps. He…
Lord, he reeks of death,
The gRey shrouded man woke from
his dark requiem!
Fresh tear of joy flood
palettes, family reunites.
All are Lazarus.
He Only Sleeps
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Susan Awakening 
Wow. Just wow
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I appreciate your encouraging words, Beth. This poem is a rewrite of one neither one of us liked. Ha!
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I always believe poetry is the ultimate form of literature, and you are really gifted at it.
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Awww… thank you so much.
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