alone in the barren field
eyes grey as the winter sky
hands roughened by the work of time
she lets all she has known go
the house burned in the night
cinders now and drifting ash
stories carried away by the smoke
no more need of those
her heart too she has filled and emptied
given away to all in need
now she rests without want or forethought
sits on the cold hard ground
one breath, another, then one more
a faint smile, surcease
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