The cemeteryA Poem by Antonina Dutchak
For the happiest one by mistake
You'll take me if I sit before With a smile of joy and fake Looks the broken girl. Do not think...I'm not in pain Situation's old as world Heart's not empty, it contains The cemetery of whom I loved Those who were beside Like ghosts will appear They'll look with hollow sight And leave. I'm not in tears To them I'm tied no more And by the irony of fate To life. Hear, hear me roar! The person went, the traces left. © 2016 Antonina Dutchak |
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Added on September 2, 2016 Last Updated on September 2, 2016 Author
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