poor little upside-down cake...your bottom's on your top.

sunnudagur, apríl 15, 2007

A place

You've been a good girl Grym; so I'll give you another one to comment on. lol

A place where
many frightened people pray

Yet a place of beauty
some confide in the cold stones

Flowers garnish them
the words are read over and again

Faded and cracked
mourned over and old

Many generations
many people brought together here

Here all are one
United in one thing

The bond of living
to loving dead

When the wind
through the grass whispers

Why are we afraid?
this is not a place to fear

This is where memories collide
a place of unrestrained feelings

Do not shy away
smile for your heart

Keep it alive
sorrow weighs us down

I relish my moments
in this place

A place to reminisce...

4-9-07

2 ummæli:

thefreak sagði...

that's beautiful...

Chrysler sagði...

Thank you.