Kisses Of Mourning Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Kisses Of Mourning



Statues of living, carved in stone, holding golden tears
of yesterday's love within a broken heart.
Tearing, rending a mind with the death of a beloved wife
one Sunday morning.
Reaching for her hand, he touches a rose bush of mourning
and tears start falling into ponds of their love.
Once, like long ago, their joy mixed and mingled with their
souls.
Sealed with kisses of mourning, embraced by death in fatal
attractions, causing rifts between lovers lives on earth.

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