Pale wisps trailed in front of a rounded moon
softening further the light
blanketing the white stones
of those who had departed too soon.
Here they lay in their shrouds
formed by absence,
the living who are not granted
darkness and gentle clouds.
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 1:04 AM UTC
Pale wisps trailed in front of a rounded moon
softening further the light
blanketing the white stones
of those who had departed too soon.
Here they lay in their shrouds
formed by absence,
the living who are not granted
darkness and gentle clouds.