The Silent Cemetery
By: Me
Grey clouds hover above,
The rocky land below,
And on it a simple grave,
In a silent cemetery.
A single wilted flower,
Lays on the grave,
As the wind blows against it,
Gently swaying it along.
After years of spilling tears,
I sit here with a smile,
As happy memories flood me,
In a silent cemetery.
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Sweet Melodies
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