Chapter 2 – In the Cemetery

27 Jul

A wounded solider watches over

Four graveless headstones

Generations of family

Buried together.

Visiting my own grave

Before I’ve died and gone away

See, the apples trees bloom

the sun still shines

In the cemetery

Where she was placed into the ground

Not long ago

Garden of marble

Interrupted by a single wooden cross

White words and a fortune lost

Perhaps a simple man

A horrid fate

Oh mother earth

Oh father time

Immortality is giving

Birth to us

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