Un-named poem…

A picture in a frame

Old, yellow, faded

Sitting next to a beautiful vase

Yet all the flowers in it are dead.

An old house they say

That its owners are not here today

Only their souls that fill the place

And nothing we can do for them but to pray

Oh sweet souls may your souls rest in peace 

Up in the great heavens as we speak..

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