Beneath the earth where violet lilies grow - <br />Macabre hands fold across a gaunt chest. <br />Golden ring lies limply on a skeletal digit. <br />Pristine black suit now tattered from years, <br />saturated with mold and feasting worms - <br />Beneath the earth where violet lilies grow. <br /> <br /> <br />http: //allpoetry.com/poem/4549753<br /><br />Kim Schilling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-violet-lilies-grow/
