To know that the mist would
Rise from the dampened dirt
In the strange garden of
The dead, weighed down
By tilted crosses under
The dimly darkened sky
The dead willow sheds
No more tears against
Ancient stones
Her halo matches the mist
A sad bold radiance over the
Faceless face atop the husk
Fragile arms outstretched
The beauty of bird-like wings
Ready to raise the spirit
Towards heaven
The Slavic countryside
Hides
Under
Neath
~ Michael Adubato
Belgium
The Slavic countryside/Hide Underneath – That tells all the tale of an ancient history. Nice one Michael.