A monument that grieve always
A tribute to the lost in shadows
Fervor still anguish in its corner
Loneliness captured its big tombs
Here never written any melodies
No canvas is rewarded on time
Stones dream of a lovely shrine
Crafted a base of deadly sorrows
Nobody peeped through long windows
Vacant yards echoes silence
It’s a tomb that mourn for decades
Sometimes a fate of lovely things
Fate is an artist in its style
Paint all with its lovely brush
Mark there shadows for something
Those shades will glitter for the lost….
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