Pausing On A Grave
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Solitary confinement emptying out into the nighttime air,
lovely as the night began, restless torment filling the
jowls of life.
Fermenting - deadly wars have been raged - turning into
pages of history to be read at later dates.
Fragrantly, flowers pause upon a grave, taking their short
place in life, throwing all to the wind and becoming dust
once again.
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