I dreamed that one had died in a strange place,
Near no accustomed hand,
And they had nailed the boards above her face,
The peasants of that land.
Wondering to lay her in that solitude,
And raised above her mound,
A cross they had made out of two bits of wood,
And planted cypress round.
And left her to the indifferent stars above,
Until I carved those words,
"She was more beautiful than love"
"But now lies under boards"
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Poems of a dark soul
Poésiethese are a mix of poems from someone who wishes to be anonymous. its about their struggles through life. we hope you enjoy and comment if you want more. *WARNING* MAY CONTAIN TRIGGERS
