CEMETERY LOVE


THE CEMETERY LOVE.

I kept my dead love in the cemetery of love, hoping and wishing that there won't be any angel of resurrection to wake mine five month dead love.

My body of love had rotten and had no flesh to resurrect again until one love storm, blew then opened my grave to give me new flesh to start a love life again.


It was like the storm has opened a verse full of happiness, care, real love to my love. My love felt it will be mortal till till till  but not knowing a very sharp spear has been thrown from a far, where eyes could not see or the wind could not whisper to alert.

Knowingly  the spear has pierced deep that, my love could not survive no more. Now back to my grave, with no iota of faith that a storm will resurrect it again.
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