Graveyard

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Graveyard

Pacific blue of vast clouded oceans
New green blossoms of trees below
Scurrying between, walks of life, schedules met
Shining through and tendrils of burnt air
Reflected light on dark cool ground, coal black and unyielding.
Wind whisping through brushed up bushes and leaves
Standing still, regal and grey:
Nothing to worry, and mourners to pray

Last updated: 2014-06-17

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