A poem about a funeral.
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The Woman in Red
Voluptuous she stood
Amongst the dreary crowd
Dark shades hiding
The feelings of her soul.
Perfect pose
Perfect beauty
The red of her dress
A match to the roses.
The multitude glanced
Making gestures of mockery
How could she be so cold?
Irreverent and so phony.
One by one they said goodbye
To the old man in the coffin
No one came near her
No sympathies to her were offered.
When everybody was gone
She approached the lonely coffin
Her dark shades she took off
The tears nobody saw.
Falling on to her knees
Her soul aching and free
The bloody roses held tight
To the old man she blew a kiss.
The woman in the red dress
Bleeding heart and bleeding hands
No one knew of her true love
A happy widow was not.
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