as my skirt picks up in the winter breeze,
I fall beside you on my knees,
I kiss your cold and deadly lips,
in front of the new moon’s eclipse.
they buried you later that night,
but by then I was out of sight,
I blessed you my love and bid you farewell,
as I lay beside you buried as well.
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Love it, really nice!
Good flowing poem here. I enjoyed it. Well done.