Grave Epitaph
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Life Encapsulated: Like bees at early morning, pursuing their nectar, converted at afternoon to deliciously sweet honey, fermented mead savored; and silent at sunset, not now ever buzzing, life is like a honeycomb that is built to be consumed.
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Written on December 23, 2021
Submitted by karlcfolkes on December 23, 2021
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Scheme | ABB |
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Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 69 |
Words | 13 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 3 |
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"Grave Epitaph" Poetry.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2023. Web. 22 Mar. 2023. <https://www.poetry.com/poem/116444/grave-epitaph>.
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