Today i took a quiet walk
listening to the graveyard talk
Silent voices ment to be read
( the after thoughts of the dead)
Each one seems to say
Goodbye,farewell in their own way
I have no clue what mine should say
( i’ll give it thought after today)
one i found to be quite old
with a message sturn and bold..
It gives me shivers down my spine..
Someday it will surly come my time….
~ by connetta on January 24, 2013.
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