In the still of the grave Lies wilting in white Rose petals of sadness For my love who lives there Wrapped in chiffon The color of fresh snow Like her body and just as cold When I think of my bride In memories in years to come I will remember the blush Of her cheek and warm body Held close mine Now the grave holds her With the same silence As she has for me Rest peacefully my love Rest peacefully my sweet
This week’s experimental poem is modeled in the fashion of a lament.
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