Epitaph
Heap not on the mound
Bluebells that she loved so well;
Why bewilder her with Ipomoeas.
That she cannot see or smell?
She is unhappy where she lies
With dust upon her eyes.
posted by Madame Morgaine 297 @ 8:18 pm
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Heap not on the mound
Bluebells that she loved so well;
Why bewilder her with Ipomoeas.
That she cannot see or smell?
She is unhappy where she lies
With dust upon her eyes.
2 Comments:
At 11:42 pm, November 05, 2006,
Madame Morgaine 297 said…
Marble face, no expression, frozen in death, just placid face, without any past expression of life, as was set for life in death of marble.
At 11:42 pm, November 05, 2006,
Madame Morgaine 297 said…
Marble face, no expression, frozen in death, just placid face, without any past expression of life, as was set for life in death of marble.
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