The
graveyards
The
long sleeping hours
There
will neither days or nights
Nothing
will rise
The
rich and poor
Sharing
the same ground
There
will be no distinction
Death
will take us all
The
tombstones erected
Different
stones and colours
Some
chirped some faded
Nothing
will rise
The
graveyards
The
silence flow
The
wind whisper
The
sun rays shine
All
arranged in rows
The
living walk silently through
Showing
respect and remembrance
Of
all the departed souls long ago
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