The graveyard
Summer breeze flows fast through my fingers.... warm windy kisses my face, a shadow casting over me from an above fleeting murder of crows, seeking out their next destination, their next place ,.... the iron gates open and inviting,... I met you at the graveyard, as if you risen from a tomb, your death from your mothers womb, like the universe planted a seed and a star bloomed, with petals made of diamonds, prism colors and shapes twirl in the trees,
.. I met you at the graveyard, I looked into your soulless eyes, you asked me who I was, I said I'm your demise,...I met you at the graveyard, baffled by your presence, you are alive but not living, you had an essence and burning desire, you asked me again who I was,I said I know who I am but who are you? Your existence was unknown, your energy was black, I was taken back,.... I met you at the graveyard, wondering if that's where you called home, young, gorgeous and alone, I felt a burdensome sorrow and a need to apologize for all your tumultuous, pain and hurt, a tear rolled down your beautiful face, you said there's no need to apologize, l've forgiven and am in a better place....
I met you at the graveyard
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