The Graveyard

December 10, 2010
By KimiRose GOLD, Harrogate, Other
KimiRose GOLD, Harrogate, Other
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Death surrounds me
Stone angels glare down
Disapprovingly.
This is not the domain of the living.

Slabs of marble
Line up
In military formation
On the dew-soaked grass.

The wind whistles through the trees
Bringing with it the scent of death,
Of those who rest beneath my feet
In their peaceful eternal slumber.


The author's comments:
This poem is about a graveyard, both physical description and how it makes you feel.

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