Lonely was the night, hooted an owl nearby,
slowly I glided , under star-studded sky,
Silver gown flowed, over the velvet moss,
waved dark tresses, reflecting angelic gloss,
Staring at the words, embossed in gold,
trickled solitary tear,silent and cold.
Blossoms lay dried,withered was her heart
engraved on a stone - Till Death do us part.
Each dusk, when sun goes down the hill,
arrives my apparition, serene and still.
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