Within My Heart
The snow has fallen white and deep,
in the quiet cemetery where you wait;
your resting place marked by a cold stone.
All that can be seen is the very top,
oh, I do not need to see the names engraved;
for each dwells within my heart forever.
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January 10, 2023
Poetry/Verse/Within My Heart
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1515-718-10
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Bite Size Poem, No. 59
sponsor, Line Gauthier, Judged 01/31/2023
Second Place
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