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Post by goldenmyst on Mar 13, 2024 19:55:49 GMT -5
Mourning Haiku from the Café
mud on his grave grows buttercups for her spring blues
deep dirt buries his casket her heart wails
dust in her eyes from his windblown grave her tombstone blues
her tresses fly free from the Mississippi delta blues no more tears
she wipes dust from his name etched in marble tomb of no regrets
sentimental blues sing in her mourning heart her teary smile
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