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I within a graveyard
Felt a peace there
Among the stone cards

I saw upon a tree
Sitting on a bough
An owl of prophecy

I heard not but silence
Echoing in the wind
A burial to hence

I realized in thought
That death rests here
Until duty is sought

I have met with death
But he does not wish
To take me just yet

© 2020 Loly Rinn
Photo by Sophia Müller on Unsplash
From a personal anthology of bygone poetry
Published inBygone Poetry

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