A path to a distant graveyard;
I've determined my destination,
Unwelcoming mountains, I've climbed,
While storms collide,
as thunders collapse;
the peak of my destination,
A storm that utters,
the rain that whispers,
devour the joy of my journey,
and beside our graves,
I've planted two roses,
My knees to the grounds,
On the filthy soils,
I sat,
Both hands praying,
that maybe one day,
a garden of roses,
would colour our graveyards.
STAI LEGGENDO
Burning Papers-love poems
PoesiaThese set of poems were published to describe love in a very unique way, hope, love and hate all in one poem
