The Grave Yard Poem by Palitha Ranatunge
The Grave Yard
Everyday I pass by you
I was fascinated by
Your beauty,
In wintry mornings
You are covered with
Mikly velvet,
In blossoming spring
You are garlended with
Green grass,
In shining summer
you are laden with
Lilies and roses,
In windy fall
You are hidden with
Dead leaves,
At all times you are calm
And caring for the dead
Underneath your soft
Everlasting embrace
On their decaying cells.
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