La Vie Est Triste Mais Elle Est Toujours Belle Poem by Frances M

Frances M

Frances M

Wales, the land of sheep and strange accents

La Vie Est Triste Mais Elle Est Toujours Belle

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As they lowered her coffin
he felt the white breeze
he gazed at the tree,
at it's brown, dying leaves.
He pictured her face
and smiled to the sky
the branches on the tree
waved her goodybe.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: branches,leaves,tree
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Wales, the land of sheep and strange accents
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