cold Is Poetry

I dig the bodies into the sacred ground and hope that one day they will rise again

easypoem @
December 20, 2009

Each time you sit at your graveyard.
Wave your shovel on your cold,
And still more,
At this grand moment your thoughts were prosaic.
In the eyes of mine,
you will always be perfect.

--- easypoem ---

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