Structural Poem

Smell of Earth

Soft petals of pink
Rested beside her
gravestone

Lilies gung above
Did she know I was here?
Did she miss me

too?

Traced my fingers

along her name

Instantly knew people
commanded their names for
eternity

Hundreds of stones stood
in front of me
Casting exaggerated
shadows

Children's graves against
the orange skyline of the setting

sun

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