The
old graveyard
Along
the busy trunk road
Every
motorist will see it
While
driving pass
The
day of witches
The
day of black magic
The
day of scaring children
All
seem disappear
It
has become a normal scene
Nobody
will look at it
Some
may do but it never brings bad omen
They
just wish it shouldn't be near the road
Once
a developer wanted the land
Of
his project laid out with his vision
Now
he seemed to change his plan
There
is nothing about hotel and bus station
The
graveyard of old
Relatives
long forgotten
The
old tombstones decay
They
are left to the elements
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