Solitude (Hotan) Poem by Dorian Petersen Potter

Solitude (Hotan)



It is all so quiet
An old church stands so close
All these souls are now long gone
For how long?
No one seems to know
Graves deserted
No flowers on sight
All now is bleak and silent
Hear only the wind.

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