Mourning Love
Here lays his head within the arms of Earth,
In a rambling far off graveyard he fades in repose;
With the dust of deep, dark death in his beautiful eyes.
And no more he stirs, nor feels my love, nor breathes, but:
O, how tranquil his resting, how quiet and still.
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February 21, 2019
Poetry/Verse/Mourning Love
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1117-012-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the Ultimate February 2019 Standard Contest
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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