Weep
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I touch, the old weathered stone angels softly,
And stones, vine covered and tree shady,
All the names are engraved deep,
Sad sorrow to keep,
Forever.
Weep,
Oh mourner,
For all here that sleep,
Death and time, entwine and creep,
The dead, whispering to me sweetly,
I touch the old weathered stone angels softly.
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October 5, 2015
Poetry/Andaree/Rhyme/Weep
Copyright Protected, ID 15-714-794-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, The Andaree Contest II,
sponsor, Andrea Dietrich
Seventh Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2015
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