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Sitting on a Gravestone

December 10, 2018
By Anonymous

I sat on a gravestone

The cold stone feeling warm against me

Staring across the field of graves

 

The Sun shined, most of it hidden by trees

Birds flew about, landing in trees and singing their songs of life to the Sun

And I sat on a gravestone, watching this

 

The clouds move above, bright against a sharp blue sky

A gentle breeze moved the clouds along, reminding us of life moving by us

And I sat on a gravestone, watching life move by me

 

I sat on a gravestone

My gaze forever on the sky

Guarding the field of graves with my bold apperance


The author's comments:

I don't write poems often, but an angel staute in a graveyard inspired me so...ta da!


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