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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Here silence reigns supreme all time, And evening melts away Into the night in distant sight From where the locals stay. The murmur of the grove distracts My stiff and weary shin, Yet they move on and trudge along The dark and shady green. There oft the sun departs so soon, He creeps behind the hill, His lustrous rays no more embrace The woods with happy zeal. A flight of birds are yet to steer Back to their cozy niche, Their sudden flap aborts the nap Of a hare against its wish. A cricket chirped moments ago But now it drowsed certain, The graveyard lies beneath the skies Serene in twilight rain. An olive spreads its drooping bough Beside the muddy way The dew and mist each other kissed, While on a tuft I lay. I viewed the farthest rock in mind As if I dreamt a dream Of spirits keen on being seen, As volatile as steam. I heard a mellow voice at once, As sweet as a summer song, It beckons me to the cemetery I sauntered all along. Never I felt my limbs so numb, As though I levitate, A mastiff howls to the parted souls, Who love to emanate. What have I seen, it steeps my mind With a never-presumed state, The knights and reverends upward soar To blame their sorry fate. Most lonely I assumed myself, I now see a lonelier face, Or is my mind of reason blind That views a captive race? Tonight I will converse with you, Upon your flowers I sleep, The marble frame protects your name, Where softly I shall weep. 22nd September, 2021
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