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Autumn in the cemetery

Autumn in the cemetery

Autumn in the cemetery
As the colors are so vibrant
And serenity that surrounds
around the cemetery
The sun the sky in
Autumn in the air is cool

Autumn in the cemetery
A walk among the graves
As the trees waves in the
Wind that is where you will 
Find Me and my mind will not be
In a bind

Autumn in the cemetery 
As a night light from the
Moon shines on the
Cemetery the feel
Of serenity is in the air
Autumn in the cemetery

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Being Me

Cemeteries and grave yards are always a lovely quiet place to walk and reflect on things.  I love the serenity/Cemetary vibe you have going here, Greg x

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Neville

A lovely poem Greg, I am so glad I stopped by .. Wouldn't want anyone sending me a postcard from here with wish you were here on it tho .. N :)

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Shaun Cronick

Serenity and quietude flow through your poem Greg.
Regardless of what the location is and to feel a much needed peace within.
To free one's mind in a secluded place away from life's hustle and bustle.
Thank you Greg for sharing and peace this coming season,
be upon you my friend.
 

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Mark Olcott

Greg, 

thank you, it was so nice to join you in the autumn there.

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