When the dead - sun was setting…
Rare Red Lilies blossom
not limiting to any season
silently doing their mission
in an unspeakable version
In an abandoned cemetery
the living visit very rarely
loved men - women of society
have been buried lifelessly
With great and famous names
but became just dead bodies
after their inevitable demise
and losing their living premise
Solicitors, businessmen
doctors and seamen
politicians and chairmen
are buried reciting Amen
A solitary poet walking alone
entering seating a time long
on a scratched paper penning
when the dead sun was setting
in the serene dusky evening
not limiting to any season
silently doing their mission
in an unspeakable version
In an abandoned cemetery
the living visit very rarely
loved men - women of society
have been buried lifelessly
With great and famous names
but became just dead bodies
after their inevitable demise
and losing their living premise
Solicitors, businessmen
doctors and seamen
politicians and chairmen
are buried reciting Amen
A solitary poet walking alone
entering seating a time long
on a scratched paper penning
when the dead sun was setting
in the serene dusky evening