Down on the knees before her grave
As though a slave,
As though a slave.
Had been in love with her and there
Was only her for me to crave.
The cemetery is in the still.
The face of her
Had kept the seal
Of silence to be here forever
And the acquiescence to the will.
Had seen the coffin to be laid
Into the grave. No words were said
For more of this
But words of farewell
The one for last had to be made.
The pain. And no whichever stir
But suffering and grief there were.
There is a cemetery
Where gravehill
Is only memory of her.
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Down on the knees before her grave
© Copyright: Максим Лобов, 2019
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