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
poor little upside-down cake...your bottom's on your top.
sunnudagur, apríl 15, 2007
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that's beautiful...
Thank you.
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