Sunday, 30 December 2018

Sleeping Soul

I have walked through the graveyard
Lost in the unseen world
No hiss, no cry
Only the leaves that are dry
Sputter sound as they crash beneath
Under the feet of an unwanted stranger,
And I wonder
Have I disturbed the sleeping souls?
Or,
Have I surprised the sleeping souls?


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