The Grey Ground

To rest they were on dullest ground,
Their silent rest, that evade, of sound.
And life then cross and meet the dead,
Whose time then ash to stone that read.
Countless marks of the former past,
Whose present remain to sight and cast.
In days of eternity, longing to grasp,
A chance to breathe, with moment, to gasp.


Graveyard by Der-Reiko

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