March 28, 2011 by espriurenee
Deserted graveyard in a seaside town
Fog misting thick a surreal life of its’ own
Touching stones nearly toppled covered in
Mossy green enfolding names hidden beneath
A monument Angel with broken wings stares
Unseeing as night begins to fall soundless
Voices, unknown faces, no families coming
Only us to see emptiness, loneliness here
© March 2011 Renee Espriu
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