WILTED FLOWERS DECAYING TOMBS
HANGING GATES WHERE SHADOWS LOOM
LEDGED AGAINST THE CROOKED POSTS CASTING DANCING SHADOWS LIKE FLEEING GHOSTS
FORGOTTEN PEOPLE FROM YEARS LONG PAST
THE ONLY MARK UPON THE GRAVE TALL SHOOTS OF EARTHLY WILDEST GRASS
WITHIN BROKEN POTS THEY LAY NO FLOWERS
A SIMPLE SILENT TOLL FROM THE CHURCH AS IT MARKS THE PASSING HOURS
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