past
a flower
passed
a tower
lower
than my eye
could see
after
walking
through
the door
ceaseless
talking
ever more
looking
at the stones
by chance
gave
my mother’s
grave
no more
than a glance.
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by T.P. Wilkinson / August 5th, 2018
past
a flower
passed
a tower
lower
than my eye
could see
after
walking
through
the door
ceaseless
talking
ever more
looking
at the stones
by chance
gave
my mother’s
grave
no more
than a glance.
This article was posted on Sunday, August 5th, 2018 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.
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