and they say
it is very beautiful
if you visit once you
will not like to return back
to this rotten world
i wish them a good life
a life of peace and happiness
that they strived for
to provide us going through
hardships
i pray for them
i don't know for what
they are at peace
in their own worlds
the wreaths of flowers
have gone stale upon their graves
they are dusts in human shapes
we remember them for
their undying love for us
in return drop tears remembering them
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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