Calla Lily
Lone Lily
Unfurled in quiet repose
Grasped in the hands of the damned
Held under chin to capture the soul
Closed in the darkness
Of satin lined box
Never again to be gazed upon
It’s sweet scent lost to the living
Slowly fading as flesh melts
And all that remains……
Copyright © Joseph Soper | Year Posted 2017
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