Resting Place
I visit your final resting place
and my emotions come unbound.
I pause just for a moment
and make barely a sound.
Whisper a few words;
nothing profound.
Repose, peace,
newfound.
Sleep.
Copyright © John Michaels | Year Posted 2017
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