Thursday, April 26, 2012

Anatomy of a House pt. 26


Of Things Engraved

The storm has lost its menace
And the sky is gently weeping
In the garden made of stone
A hundred souls are sleeping
As the clouds begin to thin
And the moon begins to play
Tombstones mark the place
The dead show you the way

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  1. Jessica MApril 26, 2012 at 9:28 PM

    Striking images...haunting. I really liked it!

    Here's mine. Hope you enjoy.:

    http://ascendingthehills.blogspot.com/2012/04/om-final-poem-for-napowrimo.html

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