Embrace the Lines
What love has created will never ever die,
The cemetery is a woodland interior;
Full of light and textures, dark and rich,
With fluttering trees and moss covered rocks.
The cemetery is a woodland interior,
I lay down at the tomb of my family;
With fluttering trees and moss covered rocks,
Sadly, I touch each name engraved.
I lay down at the tomb of my family,
And birds sing tunes in bending branches;
Sadly, I touch each name engraved.
And chipmunks scurry over old graves.
And birds sing tunes in bending branches,
I embrace each memory I have of you;
And chipmunks scurry over old graves,
I will come till God in time, unites us again.
I embrace each memory I have of you,
Full of light and textures, dark and rich;
I will come till God in time, unites us again,
What love has created will never ever die.
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June 26, 2016
Poetry/Pantoum/Modified/Embrace The Lines
Copyright Protected, ID 16-804-344-0
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