My Stone Grave Poem by Nero CaroZiv

Why stand at my grave to mourn and to weep?
Yes I am there wrapped with vile worms; a phenomena called eternal sleep.
Search for me not in thousands winds that all seasons blow.
Nor shall I be in the diamond glints on winter snow.

We all lie equal under our blemished stone tomb
The same equality when we came out of mother womb
In the kingdom of eternity we all dorm well
No taxes; nor can death brag under its shadow we no longer dwell

Let the gorgeous sunlight strays and carcasses the ripened grain.
Followed by the gentle autumn rain
When you awaken in the dawn’s hush
Remember me in your swift uplifting morning rush

The flocks of quiet birds will perform wild waving circles flight.
The soft stars of dawn that shine as if it is a night.
Stand at my grave and do not cry
My rotten brittle dry bones are there, my soul not in the sky


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