We visit cemeteries with memories of times bright remembering loved ones who slipped out of sight sometimes bringing beautiful flowers and talking to them for hours With loss our lives stretch on till our times to leave dawn tears fall for those we care for who have passed out the door So we pay tribute some days to them the memory of them will never grow dim but we feel such a loss deep inside for the beauty of their presence has died.
its beautiful. i especially liked the part;
"We visit cemeteries with memories of times bright
remembering loved ones who slipped out of sight"
i remember the time i lost my friend because of Dengue. Me and my friends cried for her but we laughed because we kept reliving within us the times we laughed together.
i love this poem. simple and beautiful. great write.
its beautiful. i especially liked the part;
"We visit cemeteries with memories of times bright
remembering loved ones who slipped out of sight"
i remember the time i lost my friend because of Dengue. Me and my friends cried for her but we laughed because we kept reliving within us the times we laughed together.
i love this poem. simple and beautiful. great write.
Wow this is a very touching piece. It's short and sweet and even though it is about death there is this hopefulness about it that is so refreshing. It has a great flow too (I'm a sucker for a good flow). Well done.
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