dead woman and her treasures

dead woman slept on a ground laden with read dust, abrasive to touch

abrasiveness smoothens her roughness, although she was least bothered

dead woman had a handful of belongings, one of which was a silken scarf

where did she pick it up, finely weaved silken shawl?

our dead woman, she lifted the stack of letters from the ancient chest

those letters collected over the years, none opened as yet.

dead woman opened one of those, letting lose those words

flying words had been goaled in the letter, wishing for freedom

dead woman threw some coins after the words, 

those coins which had weighed her down over the years

dead woman's loss was more than any could fathom

how does anyone know what a dead person's life is?

"a coin with no visage, I give to that dead woman, but where is she?"

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Nothing like Dead Man's Poetry to make the poetic muse come alive....