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AROUND THE CHURCHYARD

Thrilled to the depths of my body and soul, Time and wind had passed unseen, Like an ice detached from a glacier, It dwindled like a battered scream. I'm befogged, benumbed and enfeebled, An unalloyed ennui crept over me, Leaving an eternity of silence to unnerve my marred frame, My tongue inched for utterance. Writhed in awe like a pariah lost in Antarctica, Suddenly, I heard my name in a cautious whisper, I stressed my eyes, neck and ears... But all dilated with fear and pang. My step seemed to pity the skulls it treaded beneath, I must have been roaming around a churchyard, Seeing many inscriptions on the tombs, But didn't understand the essence of life.

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