A Lonely Composition

Cemetery song:

Birds chirping, pecking at aged paper cups in the grass;

Centipedes scenting and millipedes milling about

Over browned leaves, cooked in the sun–

A child’s footsteps on the pavement,

And the shadow of a black rose in her hand.

~~La Stranezza

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