Rest Now Beneath This Stone - Jq
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Slow, slow, fresh snow is falling,
numb my footsteps are crawling.
My heart is broken and dead,
now, but a frail thread long fled.
Falling my tears wet your tomb,
crawling down my face of gloom.
Dead flowers are withered blown,
fled, rest now beneath this stone.
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March 7, 2019
Poetry/Jueju/Rest Now Beneath This Stone
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1121-979-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Jueji-Quijue, With a Twist
sponsor, Charles Messina
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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