Here by your Grave side,
It is lonely,
So peaceful,
You can just sit and think about stuff,
You can put flowers down,
For you loved ones,
You can sit and talk to your loved ones,
They may not reply,
But that don't mean they can't,
Listen to you,
It is that quiet,
That you can sit and write poems,
You can hear the birds singing,
And feel the sun hitting your face,
To warm you up a little more.
Thought of this while i was at my granddad and grannys Graveside
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