Graveyards Are Beautiful In The Spring
P Patti Masterman
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The graveyards are beautiful
In spring. Willows weep
At the edge of the glade
Everything crumbling
Is remade; the leaves
Of yesterday are gone
And sun comes out to play
His song.
Even death has a breath
Of spring. New growth
Riots with bird on the wing
Wildflowers flourish
Beside the stones
Old lovers return
But stand alone.
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