Poem: Under the Grave
Among souls
And thoughts
The graveyard is silent
In the thick white fog
The red flowers on a grave
That is covered with white small spikes
Are just as cold as the one person
That sleeps under them.
And thoughts
The graveyard is silent
In the thick white fog
The red flowers on a grave
That is covered with white small spikes
Are just as cold as the one person
That sleeps under them.
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