kneeling on the graves
amongst purple irises
reading epitaphs—
she ascends poetic realms
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There is no place so poetically realigning than a cemetery. Paradigms and perspectives all fall into place between the stones and epitaphs. A very enjoyable piece, and deftly rendered. Bravo. :)
Seeing where it all ends when one dies. Thanks for sharing.
Never thought that way, A little girl will chase the soul from the grave....Superb 10++++
I visualize this scene! This little girl must be enamored by the silence and serenity of the grave and probably one among her dear ones must be sleeping there! This poem has got a kind of eerie beauty!