By an iron gate
Violets
A tide of grief
Moss on an old stone grave
Vast love slipping away
She lay beside me in the dawn
Her eyes
Blue flowers
On white silk cloth
The days not full enough
Life slips by
Like a field mouse
In the grass
Violets bloom by a rusted gate
On an old stone grave
Violet petals
A beauty
That will never fade
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Author:
alan b (
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