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The Cross with no name
Stands alone a woodern, grieving, cross. Anonymous!
Stunning, exquisite and haven like view was bequest to you.
The polt was chosen with love.
You lay in wait for a familiar face.
No flowers are put
No card is written.
No reef for you is bought.
Severity of a treasured lost is evident to see.
It weeps of serious sow and disheartened dispair.
The unmarked cross is amongst the other infant angels.
Polt - A New Word For Me
From Google:
Definition of polt
plural
-s
dialectal, England
: a hard knock : blow, thump fetched me an awful polt in the right side — Blackwood's
Humanity
The feelings you give me,
they are not anonymous
but angels.