Grave Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Grave



The
Grave
The
Symbol
Must
We
Not
Move
It?
Must
We
Remain
Succumbed
To
Its
Shade?
The
Winters
Weep
Over
The
Graves
But
Immortality
Shuns
Them.
For
In
The
Heart
Of
Immortality
Burns
The torch
Of
Heart
Throbbing
And
We
Have
Lit
The
First
Flame
Of
Immortality
Then
Suspended
It.

Saturday, June 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: deafness
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