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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 © | Year Posted 2014




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