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The Cemetery

Gray stones Marking graves Roses of white, pink and purple Clinging to names, faded Shadowed by oak and elm Branches stirred By crisp, cool winds Names, only names Left here to memorialize lives Gone, spirits Chill bumps rising Along arms gripping Lost hopes, the grief Lonely with dread, darkness Haunting hearts, souls With memories Silhouettes of dead dreams Still the yearnings The loss runs deep like Faith that has embraced The feelings, the soul, Waiting for more Comfort from hurting Silent, secreted inside The affection who knows Love clings to dead Pieces of a heart Grief-stricken, Weeping, mournful At the cemetery

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Kim Rodrigues

Date: 4/21/2022 5:05:00 AM

Great description of the grief of the cemetery. My dearest one, Mom, was cremated therefore no grave which has been strange. It makes me see things in a different light. God bless you, dear one!