GRAVE STONE

I stand by your grave stone 

Looking at newly laid dirt 

I sprinkled some water on the dust 

Its odour choked my lungs 

desperately ran my fingers through the dampened dirt

As if i tried to feel you 

A false hope ,for you are on the other side 

the unknown one 

yet the most certain one 

In the heart of death 

In the lape of nothingness 

In the unending wilderness

In the city of silence 

Now youre free,youre no more a slave 

Your debts have been paid 

Walk through your new land 

Walk as if there is no fear 

Standing by your grave stone 

I am waiting for my turn 

And i only wish 

By the time i join you 

The place next yours is still vacant

Author's Note

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[Rachelle]

Life in the eternal hereafter
Today we live as ephemera
Pages worn and torn
As our stories write themselves

[Harris Malik]

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[Rachelle]

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