Humble, now, we bow our heads.
As we stand before their permanent beds.
It's saddening they're gone...
And won't see tomorrow's dawn.
But, as long as we remember
The dead as best as their better,
Then they'll live on, not matter how long
In our pasts they lie, and our love will never be wrong.
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Where We Never Look--The Forgotten Places
PoetryThis is a Poetry Book that I've been working on for almost a year. I write random poems when I'm inspired, so I hope you enjoy! #825 in Poetry November 24, 2016 #351 in Poetry November 26, 2016 (!!!!!!) #350 in Poetry November 29, 2016 #284 in Poetr...
