Poetry: Grave

Poetry: Grave

He bought a bouquet and leaving the town

Walked as far as the cemetery.

He stood for a minute, watching the trees move,

Then bending down he placed the flowers on the grave

Standing there for a short while, relaxing,

He watched as the hand shot out of the grave,

And carried the flowers into the soil.

Then he walked back home. 

 

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