poems

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       There once --

Was a little man,

Who was happy as can be,

Though one day, his wife fell ice cold,

Graveyard --

She will now go,

He leans and cries on her grave,

With flowers in his hands,

He places it down, white and pure,

How sad,

He lies inside,

That only held silence,

And darkness that embraces him...

So close.

Embraced by darkness