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Dawn At The Cemetery
April's dawn a knock of spring dew on grass, a dawn so serene,
Cemetery at north, a long winding road leads me to a nearby heaven.
Where is the fear and the sorrow, instead vivacious a hymn of birds,
Moss upon the graves, musky scent of dirt and incense on my nose.
Down by the oak tree, I sat on a bench, within minutes a feeling so seraphic,
I felt the souls there and saw them wail, they addles my mind and my soul.
Yet i sense no agony rather tranquility i possess within the resting corpses.
© jude
Cemetery at north, a long winding road leads me to a nearby heaven.
Where is the fear and the sorrow, instead vivacious a hymn of birds,
Moss upon the graves, musky scent of dirt and incense on my nose.
Down by the oak tree, I sat on a bench, within minutes a feeling so seraphic,
I felt the souls there and saw them wail, they addles my mind and my soul.
Yet i sense no agony rather tranquility i possess within the resting corpses.
© jude
