Graveyards

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The leaves are still

Air quiet

Sighs are granite here

Words frozen

Shadows move about

Hearts are empty

 

A cuckoo’s song fills the void

The pink sun greets a blue star

Sequined night sky looks festive

The sleeping angel

Is in the new home

Of peaceful rest

 

 

Written for Laurie’s prompt Graveyard @ Poetry Jam