We passed by the silent sliding curtain,
That closed the final act upon her life.
Through the florist’s dank smell of the courtyard,
And passed wilting flowers in rusty vases,
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Yes we who think as fresh blooms Are indeed one day or night doomed Not to walk down those cobbled stones But carried in a coffin to our subsoil homes...... Good write sir and welcome to my page
A great write and something that we all must face. Into the bright in sensitive sunlight well written
Just absolutely brilliant capture the moment wonderfully. 10/10 BB: O)
Need text for the poe. WATCH IT..JOHN COLDWELL