A path to a distant graveyard;
I've determined my destination,
Unwelcoming mountains, I've climbed,
While storms collide,
as thunders collapse;
the peak of my destination,A storm that utters,
the rain that whispers,
devour the joy of my journey,
and beside our graves,
I've planted two roses,My knees to the grounds,
On the filthy soils,
I sat,
Both hands praying,
that maybe one day,
a garden of roses,
would colour our graveyards.
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Burning Papers-love poems
PoetryThese set of poems were published to describe love in a very unique way, hope, love and hate all in one poem