Under the branches of a yew
in a forgotten wood
there's one lonely grave
with an unnamed slab.
Inside are only some
faded and cold bones
covered only by ground
and fallen leaves.
The buried memory of a life,
the recollections of a broken past
are now forgotten
under a foot of ground.
Rains now over the grave
the ground is soaked in water.
the bones are lost in mud
but they are still there
The delted footprints
in the wet and thin path
are now anonymous,
nobody wants to remember
The buried memory of a life,
the recollections of a broken past,
are now forgotten
under a foot of ground
Remember...
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