The music plays here – so silent, yet profound
The voices are silenced for eternity, but life still goes on around
The sounds of the ruffling leaves, brushing against the branches
The sounds of the wafting wind, through the gates and across
The rambling of a stream nearby , the trees shaking gently
There is a stream of visitors to this place, all dressed alike
There are prayers said, flowers placed and heads down
For the cemetery is the best place nowadays for silence and peace to prevail
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2 comments:
humm.. ironic...
Beautifully written
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