rain on graveyards

No graves can comfort us,
their stones remind us not of whom we loved
but only show that everything is fading:
their names, our memories now running thin
while everywhere the rain is falling on the graveyard
no graves can comfort us within.

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Comments on: "rain on graveyards" (6)

  1. heel mooi gedicht, Ina!
    groetjes, Francina

  2. Hoi Francina
    dank je wel πŸ™‚
    Ik was even bang dat de laatste zin een probleem zou zijn (no graves can comfort us within) is dubbel bedoeld maar misschien niet duidelijk.
    groetjes

  3. Reminders of the inevitable…

  4. So sadly true, Ina. Perhaps it is only to rediscover the ‘comfort’ of our grief that we need graveyards. Lovely, lovely.

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