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Friday, 4 November 2016

The Voice from the Closed Room



























No one stands near me
Flowers on me no one lays
No one lights a candle for me
No one beside me prays!

For others there are visitors
At least twice in a year
Those who loved me dearly
Aren’t anywhere near.

A voice rose from a grave
 unkempt, unattended, old
The cross broken and stolen
 Deathless grass stood bold!

Not that this clay I need
Which has eaten up my flesh
But joyful memories of the love
my family flocked here to bless

Say a two line poem for me
Light a candle, a flower place
Nothing more I ask for today
With prayers my shut room grace

Xavier Bage
Sat, Nov  05, 2016



 

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