He moves them forward so sensitively.
Palms spread: firmly gently, shielding ushering
To the front
Each small dark group with grieving wreathes.
As they advance he swings behind another
-Almost jaunty light he moves -
Till time is right, and then again
They go to place against the stone
More flowers.
Aug 15, 2010
Aug 15, 2010 at 6:58 AM UTC
He moves them forward so sensitively.
Palms spread: firmly gently, shielding ushering
To the front
Each small dark group with grieving wreathes.
As they advance he swings behind another
-Almost jaunty light he moves -
Till time is right, and then again
They go to place against the stone
More flowers.
c Jeremy Ducane 2010
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