Beneath
Buried beneath a silver birch tree
Her grave marked with no more than a little pile of stones
I don't want to draw attention to her but
I couldn't leave her without remembrance
She'll sleep there
No one to disturb her
No sounds but the rumble of passing trains
Filled with people wanting to live
Even if it's just for one more day
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