Morning sun shines upon the hill,
Carpeted lush and green.
Warmth spreads across the surface,
Of an otherwise cold and lonely place.
Silken flowers adorn the stones,
And all is quiet, serene;
And as the sun is setting,
A shadow grows,
Upon the grave of my beloved.
Copyright © 2022 Brandon Ellrich
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