Amongst the stones, where stories of old are sown
where the tales of yesterday are lain to rest, I stand alone
the mossy grass that stains the grey, the inscriptions; tributes on display
tell of lives where memories once thrived, now only survived by plaques to mark the day
Amongst the statues and tombs, reminders of days gone too soon
I walk alone, under the new moon
Names; too many to take in. Dates; too vast to even imagine
yet each one had history, a part of life's great tapestry within
Amongst the columns and markers of the lost souls departed
I walk alone, surrounded by stories of life; new paths uncharted
I listen to their tales, as the chill wind exhales
the past lives lived in the blowing cold gales
where the tales of yesterday are lain to rest, I stand alone
the mossy grass that stains the grey, the inscriptions; tributes on display
tell of lives where memories once thrived, now only survived by plaques to mark the day
Amongst the statues and tombs, reminders of days gone too soon
I walk alone, under the new moon
Names; too many to take in. Dates; too vast to even imagine
yet each one had history, a part of life's great tapestry within
Amongst the columns and markers of the lost souls departed
I walk alone, surrounded by stories of life; new paths uncharted
I listen to their tales, as the chill wind exhales
the past lives lived in the blowing cold gales
Thanks For Reading.
Peace & Love.
Kyle.
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