All Alone
She died in a house
Empty and alone.
They found her there
As cold as a stone.
A stone knows its place.
It stays on the ground.
But it's never alone.
Other stones are around.
But a woman alone
Who simply dies
Is out of place
'Cause no one cries.
poem by Edwina Reizer

Submitted by Poetry Lover
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