Not only in the tombs
And graves and crosses
Not only
Not solely
In the cemetery far wander I
And long
Untied
Unchained
Cross after cross
I know of the cemetery
Inscriptions of each tomb
And pity:
I am the Ghost that roams
The Roaming Ghost
I contain pity
And carry it where the winds
In sweet nooks play
And sad
I carry pity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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