There are memories there that softer falls
Than rose petals blown on freshly-cut grass,
To their destiny beyond dew-soaked walls
Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass;
Though memoirs heavy on the spirit lies,
When grieving tears form within grieving eyes.
(A poem from the book 'Mr Blue Sky' by O. Phillips © 2009)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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