The Graveyard is empty;
Grass sings thoughts
over fresh earth,
Upon no ears
They were there weren’t they?
The Graveyard is empty:
Stone roars silence,
Eyes see by being seen -
Pitch black is the end
Were there none for me?
The Graveyard is empty;
Thoughts are thoughts,
Words are words,
Action is dead
The Graveyard is empty
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 9:01 PM UTC
The Graveyard is empty;
Grass sings thoughts
over fresh earth,
Upon no ears
They were there weren’t they?
The Graveyard is empty:
Stone roars silence,
Eyes see by being seen -
Pitch black is the end
Were there none for me?
The Graveyard is empty;
Thoughts are thoughts,
Words are words,
Action is dead
The Graveyard is empty