Beneath winter's fallen skiesA Poem by GeeSimple words
Winter with its fallen skies
and cold, dank, heavy air makes misery (which loves misery) a much easier cross to bear, for the audience at the open grave, for the faces in the hearse, for the sombre suited "eloquents" as they read their sombre verse. For the diggers, bearers, celebrants, for the mourners as they cry, death more apt, more doleful beneath winter's fallen sky © 2025 GeeReviews
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