We Walked Pass the Graveyard's Edge
there is a place
for thee
where the shadows
comfort me
where the fire
burns the rings
where the laughter
would not die nor
could it be another
fool trapped inside
Lord thy heart
quarreled with thy passions
thus we walk pass
the graveyard's edge
Copyright © Gregory Golden | Year Posted 2011
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