Cemetery

Along the wall,

Of moss and dew,

The spiders crawl around.       

 

Each step away,

From the front gate,

Stones crunch on the ground.

 

The marble crosses,

And cold stone slaps,

Pay tribute to those all here.

 

They may be dead,

But they live on now,

In the hearts of the all those living.

The End

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