The Cemetery

Poet's Corner

Submitted by hitalot879

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Like monasteries of old, you,
lie perched on a hillside near the village
You are mysterious, sombre & silent
yet there are no huge carved
Wooden doors flung open wide
to welcome weary travellers,
And you offer no bowl of soup
made from scraps garnered by begging friars
Your guests have no need of nourishment, only rest
I walk among your grey marble stones

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