Cemetery
The quiet hills of a silent cemetery beckon
I look its way when I pass by
as if hearing the murmur of voices
I imagine the many lives cut short
And broken hearts left behind
I reflect on life so fleeting
And meaningless strife
As I walk by it strikes a chord
And in my heart I hear a whisper
A reminder that life is short
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
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