
CHURCHYARD LEAVES
Churchyard leaves
Blanket the dead;
Winter warmth
Of words unsaid.
Deep in their earth,
now ashes and dust,
Forgotten are fears
worries, mistrust.
Here where stillness
reflects on the past,
We meet with the future
Our questions unasked.

Such a heartfelt poem
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Thank you, Derrick. Much appreciated.
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A heartfelt poem and quite lovely.
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Thanks for your kind words, Eugenia.
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Most welcome, Roland!
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