Way to the Graveyard Amongst the vineyardsSunny OctoberWhen you diedBird in the skyNow, dead, you singI sleep alone. Yet, as beforeYou are the drowned oneThe wind caresses youOnce I planted flowers for youA lizard on your grave The wind caresses you. The sun kisses you. And I am jealous. Pages: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 admin 2018-08-21T17:22:59+00:00 March 3rd, 2009|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 64|0 Comments Share This Story, Choose Your Platform! FacebookTwitterLinkedinRedditGoogle+Email