Cemetery at Sunset

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sunset
Hush.

They sleep near the swish and swirl of traffic;

By the rush of creek water over and around ancient boulders

Hush

They sleep in the lengthening shadows of a dying day

Beneath cool emerald blades of shimmering grass.

Hush

Their lives have stopped, yet the souls of

So many others speed past them, oblivious.

Hush

I stop and stand silent on a patch of sacred ground,

A solitary figure straddling the short distance separating

Life from eternity.

Hush

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