Weeping
Weeping
The dead, depart
They heard the trumpet blow
The clocks in this life are now still
Each must cross to the other side in time
Into another realm, unknown
Each will hear the trumpet
And their own sad
Weeping
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September 1, 2013
Poetry/Rictameter/Weeping
Copyright Protected, ID 09-502-870-01
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2013
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