The Grave
I stood by the grave as a gentle, summer rain began to fall...
I stood there; lost in my thoughts...Remembering... Reminiscing...
The increasing rain washed me from my trance, reminding me I was alive...
Death seems so easy and lazy as the living are forced to breathe in large quantities of reality...
I suppose being above ground has its advantages, but on occasion, I envy those that lie beneath us...
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