That Sea of Gray
I lay my red rose but the wind takes it away,
and I follow it among the rows and rows;
past all those who quietly in death repose,
and in a trance I begin to meander in that sea of gray . . .
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March 1, 2020
Poetry/Rhyme/That Sea of Gray
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1232-434-03
All Rights Reserved. 2020, Constance La France
Excerpt from my poem 'Graveyards Beautiful' Posted 12/18/19
Submitted to the Premiere contest, Rithimus Divisa 2
sponsor, Gregory R Barden
Seventh Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2020
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