The Graveyard
Grassy mounds bearing wildflowers...Staunch soldier trees
standing guard in silence.
Tombstone poetry
sings sweet songs
of bygone graces
and a mist of history
parades fine faces
of the departed.
Their hands reach out to me...
and I smile
as I whisper greetings
and smooth away
the threads of time
that bring us as one,
a comedy of mortal life
blended in strokes
of common love.
Poetry by Lavender
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Written on 2007-03-05 at 04:18
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