Streets are dark
Weather foul
Buildings grey
In the old town
Funeral procession
Cobbled roads
Noisy wheels
Carriage rolls.
Black plumes
Dawn it wanes
Lashing rain
Winding lanes
Graveyard path
In gravel slides
Dislodging pennies
Over poets eyes.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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