Gaveyard

by Mr Rhee   Jan 11, 2010


The sun is setting now.
A shadow begins it's creep
along the ground.
The sky is orange and black.

Night air cools.
The blades of grass
look like thorns in the dark.
A light breeze blows quietly.

The sun sets lower and lower.
Shadows blend together.
Black surrounds and breathes.
Gravestones stand out in the last light.

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