Silent Bones

Form: Raven’s Rovi Sonnet 88

A lonely walk across the old graveyard
With silent bones resting beneath the ground
Forgotten souls, no floral calling cards
The lives lived lost to the darkness of time
When history I know was here and now
Of Victorian streets coated in grime
And Shire horses powered the farmer’s plough
I ask has the world improved anyhow
Has living really changed in all that time
When it is love that makes the world go round
The power of love that will never change
And then and as now the living gets hard
The ways and hows have a different range
But the feelings of love, they are not strange


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