My Greatest Loss
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The soft breeze soughs softly through the tall cypress trees.
I stare at the tomb of my son, so long now dead.
How he loved to sail on gentle summer smooth seas,
How oft I wished I perished and died in his stead.
4 April 2019
Original title : Wretched Grief
Writing Challenge 1- April, 2019 - Its All About 8 - Poetry Contest
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submitted 30 May 2019
Arbitrium Divisa Poetry Contest
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