Crows of Graveyard
At peripheries of two world with make-up
An apathy of immoral greedy world
In mist vile and lies
Veiled this world
In cemetery
In mourning days
Only phantoms world
At gates of west
Open to meet careless east
In sunset
In ever dusk crows
All along in grief
In graveyard
Millions of hope
Buried alive
Copyright © Sallam Yassin | Year Posted 2014
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