The Weeper
Written by Amanda Curtis in Paris France 2011
The Weeper
Bronze weeper, forlorn in silent mourning.
I sit in a graveyard
Sinking in a sea of tombs.
Skeleton trees surround
Crows screech from branches.
Bronze weeper, forlorn in silent mourning.
One figure placed a wreath
Upon the sacred cross.
Sinking in a sea of tombs.
Long flowing gown, she covers her face,
We can’t see her tears.
Bronze weeper, forlorn in silent mourning.
She stands perched upon her lover’s grave
Folds in her dress reveal droplets of dew.
Sinking in a sea of tombs.
Heartbroken they are,
How eternally sad.
Bronze weeper, forlorn in silent mourning.
Sinking in a sea of tombs.
Amanda Curtis
03 March 2011
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