Renewal
Flowers grow here
Small white blossoms amongst the grave markers
Blooms hold their breath, expectant
A preacher's voice, a low murmur
Choked sobs beneath dark umbrellas
Drowned in the rainstorm
A single rose tossed into the muddy grave
Elegance entombed in the earth eternally
Flowers grow here
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