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Happy Grave
Living angels hold no amount of pride
As the sunset breaks upon wretched shores
Behold thou beauty weeping willows cry
Thy wonderment collapsing from thy core
Doves cringe at the sight of a blackened heart
Reaching into lies never to be told
Seeking for ways to break and fall apart
Hold dear onto the treasures we behold
With a blade may my heart be carved of stone
Held in place by what lies keep me alive
A heavy beat I must live to condone
Thy mighty flames singe through me as I die
Soul drifting into the heavens supreme
Dancing upon an open grave I dream
Hey marco,
The poem's great as always. LIked it alot.
cya
chirag