☆☆☆ Burial
chanting, whispering peril through birch leaves
tears drop on warm earth
glowing embers burn our forefathers flesh
a spirit guides their souls to the golden twilight
emerald lights emerge from deep within
a glimpse of solitude and hope
TobeTada 2017
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https://steemit.com/poetry/@tobetada/on-a-winter-morning-you-look-into-my-eyes
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