IT Is , It Was, It Might Be True

Amongst the air is coming toward, statues and tombstones were very oldest lookalike sculpture near in the handful of the specialized garden, one marker is a writable exhibit bench, it is, it was, it might be true, the twosome couple who led their own days rest in peace forever, they saw and see mysterious lightened spirit clashes through, satisfaction to look freely in the wilderness, admission those voices would be echoed harmony is a sweet little sound, the big-town ghost appeared and cleared who sat down their own namely bench, and also looked five inches away of the gravesite alone, one man and one woman to live eternal flame each time before, held the delicious hands, keep smiling so deep and purred, she was resting her head against the one who loved, one man who loved her the best, it is, it was, it might be true

Written by
Michael James Brindley
7-1-20