Walking through
The graveyard.
A serene grove
In which sunlight rays
Slowly pass through,
Lighting up the forgotten.
A barbed wire divdes the graves
In which the cage holds so few.
No wind dares to disturb
The plain, but slowly whispers
The dead asleep.
And as I walk,
Through the graveyard
I realize the heaven
Picture I stand in.
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Author:
Soph (
Online) - Published: July 12th, 2024 16:21
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