Visiting the GraveA Poem by paradoxicalI visit the grave every day. I tend the flowers and rake the ground methodically, a habit that I have engraved into my soul.
The past may be dead; I may have put it behind me But it never fails to remind me it is there, waiting for my next visit. © 2009 paradoxical |
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Added on June 20, 2009 Author
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