They caught my gaze
down a lane I have not been.
curiously I went down
that lane
to admire;
the beautiful blue flowers.
I took a photo
to remind me
of what had transpired;
the joy of inspiration.
Tag: flowers
Cemetery
passing by a cemetery
one wonders who is buried there
how long did they live for
do people visit them often
and in passing should we leave flowers
to adorn their head stones
weeping angels and jesus on the cross
some graves if left unkempt
linger on without regret
pictures to remind us who they were
as our memories fade
surrounded by walls
here lies our fate
for it comes too late
The Golden Tears 