The dead are long dead, buried with their innocence
The path is obscure, why do you glance?
A fresh bud does not carry any more
the life and fragrance of old flower;
‘We’ as old thoughts lost their meaning
Painful though, as love was weaning.
I do wander past in the old woods
Gathering memories like lost goods..
How can I forget, for I am not dead
‘N Walk past both worlds, free to tread
I stand at the mound with silent prayers
Waiting for HIM to lead to HIS chambers..
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