What I felt after staying a bit in a cemetery (Remove filter)

The Clamour Of The Silence

After the burial of
A neighbourhood child
I opted
To stay in the cemetery
Where lash grasses
And weeds grow wild.
Out of curiosity,
Inscriptions on
Headstones
I began to read.

At  the height of
Her girlhood
To her parents' grief
A lass cut  brief.
I noticed as runs
The adage
“Drinking one's cup
To the last dregs”
Some had passed away
At a full ripe age,
Some had passed
Of na...

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What I felt after staying a bit in a cemetery

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