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The Mourning Mead
Faceless names abound
Lying in the mourning mead
Pillars of the guild
Rolling emerald hills
Shrouding death and it's remains
Glisten sorrow's dew
A hint of fresh soil
Floating in the autumn breeze
Causes trees to shake
The dark of the day
Braids itself in misery
Among the flowers
I lie on my back
Watching black clouds roll the sky
And fade into naught
Lying in the mourning mead
Pillars of the guild
Rolling emerald hills
Shrouding death and it's remains
Glisten sorrow's dew
A hint of fresh soil
Floating in the autumn breeze
Causes trees to shake
The dark of the day
Braids itself in misery
Among the flowers
I lie on my back
Watching black clouds roll the sky
And fade into naught
Published 29th Aug 2015
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Lovely poem full of atmosphere encouraging the reader to submit personal feelings.
