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Garden-Spot

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God's acre was her garden-spot, she said;
She sat there often, of the Summer days,
Little and slim and sweet, among the dead,
Her hair a fable in the leveled rays.

She turned the fading wreath, the rusted cross,
And knelt to coax about the wiry stem.
I see her gentle fingers on the moss
Now it is anguish to remember them.

And once I saw her weeping, when she rose
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Ratnakar Mandlik 22 August 2016

Emotional attachment with the garden spot beautifully narrated, Thanks for sharing it here.

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