November Nonet
Free
wind blows
for the souls
precious as gem,
praised in requiem,
like shiny leaves fallen,
drifted away to heaven
to find their true serenity
somewhere up, beyond eternity.
November 8, 2022
A November Nonet Poetry Contest (2nd place)
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
Copyright © R. B. Cawis | Year Posted 2022
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