In a Sullen Graveyard
In
sullen
graveyard of
souls a heavy
mist peppering down,
across granite tombstones;
here lie centuries, stories,
that only the listening soul
may hear and reveal in numerous
ways and in its revelations, improve us;
the soul has powers beyond our finite minds.
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