Rain on Forgotten Graves
A gentle drizzle, a mournful sigh, Descends upon the earth, where shadows lie. A cemetery, ancient, hushed and deep, Where slumber secrets, lost in endless sleep.
Raindrops kiss the weathered stones, Carved with names, forgotten bones. A verdant carpet, nature's soft embrace, Envelops tombs in time's relentless chase.
Beneath the surface, a world unseen, A realm of dreams, ethereal and serene. The rain, a messenger, a mournful sound, Awakens echoes, lost and long unbound.
A child's laughter, a lover's sigh, A warrior's courage, a mother's lullaby. A thousand stories, whispered in the night, Beneath the rain, hidden from the light.
A widow's tears, a soldier's scar, A poet's dream, a distant star. A life well-lived, a love profound, Forever etched, in hallowed ground.
The rain, a cleansing balm, a healing art, Washing away the sorrows of the heart. A gentle touch, a soothing grace, A moment's peace, in time and space.
A solitary figure, shrouded in the mist, A mourner's vigil, a sacred tryst. A silent prayer, a heartfelt plea, For souls departed, wild and free.
The rain, a catalyst, a mystic force, Unveiling secrets, a hidden course. A fleeting glimpse, a haunting sight, Of lives once lived, bathed in the fading light.
A graveyard, a canvas, where nature paints, A masterpiece of sorrow, joys, and saints. A testament to life, a fragile art, Forever etched, upon the human heart.
The rain, a requiem, a mournful dirge, A symphony of loss, a painful urge. A final tribute, a solemn vow, To honor the departed, here and now.
Beneath the rain, a world unknown, A silent city, a ghostly zone. A place of peace, a sacred ground, Where souls eternal, forever resound.
The rain, a reminder, a gentle plea, To cherish life, while it's ours to see. A fleeting moment, a precious sight, A gift of love, a beacon of light.
So let us pause, and pay our respects, To those who've gone, beyond life's effects. Beneath the rain, their spirits soar, Eternal echoes, forevermore.
The rain, a mournful dirge, a solemn sigh, Descends upon the graves, where memories lie. Each droplet, a tear, a silent plea, For souls departed, wild and free.
A cemetery, a sacred ground, Where time stands still, and peace is found. A place of solace, a refuge from the storm, A sanctuary of quiet, safe and warm.
The rain, a cleansing balm, a healing art, Washing away the sorrows of the heart. A gentle touch, a soothing grace, A moment's peace, in time and space.
Beneath the weeping willow's mournful sway, The rain-kissed graves, in soft decay. A silent vigil, a solemn scene, A testament to life, a fleeting dream.
The wind, a mournful whisper, carries far, The echoes of a life, a distant star. A life well-lived, a love profound, Forever etched, in hallowed ground.
A child's laughter, a lover's sigh, A warrior's courage, a mother's lullaby. A thousand stories, whispered in the night, Beneath the rain, hidden from the light.
The rain, a catalyst, a mystic force, Unveiling secrets, a hidden course. A fleeting glimpse, a haunting sight, Of lives once lived, bathed in the fading light.
A graveyard, a canvas, where nature paints, A masterpiece of sorrow, joys, and saints. A testament to life, a fragile art, Forever etched, upon the human heart.
The rain, a requiem, a mournful dirge, A symphony of loss, a painful urge. A final tribute, a solemn vow, To honor the departed, here and now.
Beneath the rain, a world unknown, A silent city, a ghostly zone. A place of peace, a sacred ground, Where souls eternal, forever resound.
The rain, a reminder, a gentle plea, To cherish life, while it's ours to see. A fleeting moment, a precious sight, A gift of love, a beacon of light.
So let us pause, and pay our respects, To those who've gone, beyond life's effects. Beneath the rain, their spirits soar, Eternal echoes, forevermore.
A city of the dead, a silent town, Where shadows creep and spirits frown. The rain descends, a mournful sigh, As mist enshrouds the graveyard sky.
Beneath the ancient oaks, a solemn scene, A haunting beauty, serene and keen. The rain-kissed stones, a somber sight, A testament to life's fleeting light.
A child's grave, marked by a simple stone, A life cut short, a hope unknown. A lover's tomb, entwined with ivy's grace, A tragic tale, a lost embrace.
A soldier's rest, beneath the hallowed ground, A hero's sacrifice, forever bound. A martyr's sleep, a noble soul, A story etched, on history's scroll.
The rain, a mournful dirge, a solemn plea, For souls departed, wild and free. A gentle touch, a soothing grace, A moment's peace, in time and space.
A solitary figure, shrouded in the mist, A mourner's vigil, a sacred tryst. A silent prayer, a heartfelt plea, For those who've gone, eternally.
The rain, a catalyst, a mystic force, Unveiling secrets, a hidden course. A fleeting glimpse, a haunting sight, Of lives once lived, bathed in the fading light.
A graveyard, a canvas, where nature paints, A masterpiece of sorrow, joys, and saints. A testament to life, a fragile art, Forever etched, upon the human heart.
The rain, a requiem, a mournful dirge, A symphony of loss, a painful urge. A final tribute, a solemn vow, To honor the departed, here and now.
Beneath the rain, a world unknown, A silent city, a ghostly zone. A place of peace, a sacred ground, Where souls eternal, forever resound.
The rain, a reminder, a gentle plea, To cherish life, while it's ours to see. A fleeting moment, a precious sight, A gift of love, a beacon of light.
So let us pause, and pay our respects, To those who've gone, beyond life's effects. Beneath the rain, their spirits soar, Eternal echoes, forevermore.
