Among broken stones
folded over soft grass
we linger.
See how the fallen pillar
leans
on the graven rock?
Someday
they’ll search
for us, too.
In this garden,
beyond
all calamity,
beneath sunny lawns
in a deeper shade
we’ll fill our own space
and in peace
we’ll wait.
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Nice poem composed with vivid imagery. I liked the theme very much. Kudos to your skill. Keep it up. I rated it 10. Thanks for sharing..... I shall be highly obliged if you please read and rate my poem 'A world of treason' on page 4. Thanks in advance. Warmest regards Akmal