Rosemary - Poem by Katharine Byrd
Release your weeds
Throw them not into our faces.
Fling not your body
Or carelessly your soul
Into the slippery hands of Death.
I feel your pain
Your hopeless insanity.
But do not fret.
For it was meant
For your goodwill
And you’ll have no passage.
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