Josephine
Near a silent riverbank
where lilies scent the air
under a blackened willow tree
sweet Josephine rests there
kept in eternal slumber
her rotting bones left bare
I'm left longing to hold her close
my heart in disrepair
(June 15, 2013)
Copyright © Morgan Mise | Year Posted 2013
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