The hush of a forest. The sanctity of an old cathedral.
A freeway through the graveyard of an unknown people.
And here is the place where Love buried her sweet shy kitten.
See the neon epitaph — Even grief wears a mask —
As bright grows the sky where it’s bitten.
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Categories: New Poems & Pieces
Tags: Epitaphs, Graveyards, Grief, History, Love, Masks, Poems, Poetry, Transitions
William Michaelian 