The Woman Of The Cemetery

Outside an isolated cemetery A lady walks through a foggy night Always the same night...May Seventh She never moves from her path Always looking straight ahead She can speak but she has no voice Even the birds and animals are silent She is never seen for too long As you pass and maybe look back for her She becomes part of the fog And goes back to her world Wherever that may be © Poem – XXI/V/MMXXIV LRET