Creative Corner showcases original creative work from UFV students.
The sepulcher had lain empty for years.
A crumbling heap that stood, forgotten.
Nobody knows who it was for.
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An ancient, low bell
stirs the flight
of dozing mourning doves.
The death knell
of sleep.
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Orange blossom and hyssop
anoints
the low, winding breeze
embalming
the smells of spring.
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High summer wind chimes
glance
off of sun-warmed
sandstone.
An aural mosaic.
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A weeping willow
bows herself
into a deep, cool well.
The water
turned to silver-green tears.
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The sepulcher is not empty.
Rejoice, my love!
Rejoice!
