Solitary Cross
A moody breeze rustles the flowers surrounding a weather stained cross.
It simply marks a forgotten loss,
Perhaps a life stolen or death met with aged dignity.
We persist as ash.
We persist as dust.
We persist in memory.
Eroded by the rain.
Scattered by the wind.
Faded by the sun.
A moody breeze rustles the flowers surrounding a weather stained cross.
It simply marks a forgotten loss,
Perhaps a life stolen or death met with aged dignity.
We persist as ash.
We persist as dust.
We persist in memory.
Eroded by the rain.
Scattered by the wind.
Faded by the sun.
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