Graveyard
Oct 30, 2023
A little bit of stones,
A little bit of mud,
Countless tears,
And some grief,
Form scattered fragments of hearts,
Sprawling, Accumulating
From a realm different,
The leaves fall over, keeping company,
The sun glimmers, watching over, melting gradually,
Then come more bits,
Buried deep underneath,
Their parallels beat,
Beat for them with grief,
Walk over, move places,
Leaving imprints brimming with yearning…
Do the fragments sense their beloveds’ presence,
Shedding bit by bit for them, calling them silently,
Or are they oblivious to the pain above?
Absorbed in a spectrum different, a universe obscure!
