Morning Stroll
Morning dew, a gentle breeze, so fresh and airy...
nonetheless, my hairs stood up, my senses wary,
with images my mind could not seem to bury,
strolling among the dead in the cemetery.
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Another Awit, 12 syllable monorhyme of 4 lines
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2023
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