The Cemetery Sounds Livelier
As a violet sky darkens, Flickering candles dance Lights dim…darkness. I’m in a trance Unable to move of not knowing what will or will not happen… As I keep my eyes closed, I let go into the abyss and follow a sweet scented wind, feeling loved And loving that chilly, airy caress. It brings back and often dreamed dream, their hands were fading to mere dust touching nothing.
JAVIER ALCALA
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