Past

Past images

Young widow in black,
no stranger to roses…
vows won’t bring him back,
Death never supposes.

No stranger to roses
placed atop graves,
Death never supposes…
with scythe- he enslaves.

Placed atop graves,
life’s hourglass rests.
With scythe- he enslaves,
oh; so many arrests!

Life’s hourglass rests,
vows won’t bring him back.
Oh, so many arrests…
young widow in black.

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