Silent Solace

April 8, 2010
By angielala14 BRONZE, Gloucester City, New Jersey
angielala14 BRONZE, Gloucester City, New Jersey
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The wind, it whips itself to and fro,
My imaginary world is whole,
I hear a million tiny whispers,
The memorial of many a soul.
As I walk across this grassy plain,
The silence makes me deaf,
For in this moment my fears are vain,
As my shoes sink into the thick, brown dirt,
I can feel my heart and hear my breath.
For in this graveyard, I find solace,
I frolic in the valley of death.

The author's comments:
My walking through a cemetery on a sunny Easter was my inspiration for this poem.

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