Mausoleum This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.

By , Bellingham, WA
Cold. Stacks of shelves on every wall.
Dark. Stained glass the only light.
Flowers drooping weary from the vase,
I remember what I found inside.
Echoed footsteps; mirrors of sound.
Shining urns in memories gowned.
A library of souls,
A reading of the dead.





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