in the graveyard

In the graveyard poem by steven james humphreys

In the graveyard

the mist rolls and folds itself

and the moon glows until dawn

there is a peace

and there is dead quiet

for we look down

and they do not look up

as we dream

this dream of life

in their graveyard

they sleep and do not know.

 

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Author: Steven James Humphreys

Me and my wife live with our wonderful pets. I hope you like my blog finding it informative, meaningful and entertaining. I write about varied subjects having written books for sale on Amazon and Barnes and Noble.

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