Wednesday, July 31, 2019



Butterflies are aflutter
among the tombstones.
Leaves cover the green
in shades of orange & red.
Sighs cut the silence
like a sharp knife.
Beneath the ground,
The Dead wait.
The leaves lift in the wind,
twirling to form shapes.
Butterflies flee
the peaceful scene.
No need to fear,
The Dead are here.

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