Seeing those pretty pink flowers should make me smile
but oh
all i see is a sad scene
one thursday,
one week,
of one december,
with rainy, wet weather
but plenty of snow on the ground
standing in the field,
the field of sadness
of tall, dark, graves
of the fallen,
the lost,
the old
one-by-one,
carnations are places gently
upon the grave
of our lost loved one
i step up
place my carnation down
rain
steaking
down
my
face
Comments
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very touching i love it!
great work
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aww poor jaques iloveyou well written btw
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