Once Poem by Kevin Hulme

Once

Walking among the Graves and the tumble down Urns,
the Plots are silent.
But each in their way are filling the air with noise:
The Echo of Dramas, Hope, Family Strife, Weddings, Divorce, all Sagas of a life once lived
Each ingrained in the Lichen grey Stone long since hushed.

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