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The Cemetery.

I cannot describe this feeling
Of complete tranguility
Where the sweet birds sing
And the church bells ring
As I stroll within this cemetery.

My imagination running wild
I thought I saw a woman
Then I thought i saw a child
There was the sound of laughter
But no one to be found.

This is just my imagination
They are asleep beneath the ground.
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The Cemetery., by Christopher Russon 4.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 7 reviews.
Andreas Simic 4 months ago
The imagination is a wonderful thing, just like yours. Great job.
Sweet Honey Dove 4 months ago
cemeteries are
excellent for deep
contemplation about
the values of life and
also to honour those
who have walked this
earth before us

i loved your poem
thank you christopher :)
Sonja Carnes 4 months ago
Interesting poem here! Your poem is exquisite! The spirit of life lives on long after the body is laid to rest. Excellent work here!
Sonia Crt 4 months ago
Well expressed imagination
darren de leon 4 months ago
Christopher Russon 4 months ago
Walking through a cemetery I find rather pleasent..
Byron London 4 months ago
Well expressed.
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