The pearl garden

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She says “I will”

And settles in.

This life

Of wedded bliss,

His poems, the girls

His arms, his kiss.

  

And then the pearl

A gift for thirty years

Of this.

  

“Until death

do us part”

She says

With all their life ahead.

And then the pearl is lost

Somewhere

And somehow he is dead. 

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