“Adored By All, Loved By One” (a poem)
The leaves they fell in piles across the frozen ground, The wind howled through the branches with a mournful sound, The graveyard, a solemn tomb with a empty face. A deep sad foreboding filled the empty space. There the old man stood, dressed all in black, Clouded eyes, wrinkled face, but still a tall straight … More “Adored By All, Loved By One” (a poem)