I WROTE THIS IN THE WINTER
I walked with you today among the graves
Who says graves are not beautiful?
In them lie the most noble souls
And rascals too
Each with their own beauty
Underneath our feet the frozen grass
Crackling as we walk
Like the crackling flames of love
Do we ever forget to love
Our hearts dance in the frozen forest
To the tune of the Universe
Lithesome and free
Floating
Flowing
On the dancing breeze
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The idea of looking at graves is indeed beautiful, it’s just the idea of being in one 🙂
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Lol I know. For some reason I am very attracted to graves and graveyards. This was written in the graveyard where my Uncle was buried whilst I had cancer. I could not go to his funeral. 😊
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It’s weird but that’s a big deal, not being able to say goodbye.
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I know. He was a lovely uncle.
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wow! This is incredibly beautiful! ❤
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