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Forgotten Grave

By: ValeriyaPonomar

Page 1, Death of a loved one is never easy, it hurts. Especially those who are missed by only a handful of people.

Sometimes She comes to my Grave, holding a red rose,

Depicting her love for me,roses were those,


Standing still She bursts into tears,

Oh! How can I console her?, the distance never nears,


Deadly silence, her tears and the shrill darkness,

Unending night, countless stars, a wail's dampness,


Putting the roses, she would walk away,

Lowered head and tears marked her way,


An uncompleted heart's constellation, the stars gave,

She was the only one to come and for rest Forgotten was My Grave!

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