The hushed cemetery green,
where birds sing doleful;
and thoughts weave labyrinthine,
oh, woeful, woeful.
Yet, sun is divine,
caressing my fallen tears
serenity ... mine.
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June 21, 2021
Poetry/Sequidilla/Rhyme/Woeful
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1265-878-21
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Sequidilla
sponsor, William Kekaula, Judged 07/09/2021
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