Leaves fall off the branches
Foliage fine for fresh fauna
Branches so brittle ,break
The weight of silence serenades
The stiffness and staleness of the
Sombre statuesque state
Lonely, the graveyard
Lonesome, the dead
Lethal and liberal the agent
Morning takes ages to yawn
Night seems satisfied life to pawn
But, hesitation is not cessation
They mourn in murmurs
Death does them in numbers
But,in April, flowers fill with blossoms.
Pauses Not Stops
Denis Barasa
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Poem topics: death, life, lonely, night, silence, fresh, morning, mourn, break, april, april fools, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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