Fallen Stones

Among the weeds and broken stones
Fragments remain of forgotten lives
Sleeping in the bosom of ivy’s clasp
No one to spread fresh flowers about

The sadness of children forbidden play
Maybe solace in laying with loved ones
Never to see a sunrise, or kiss the wind
Rest now in peace as I try to fathom why

Stoic Poetry


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