<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=480417" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Flowers Upon Their Graves.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hush! Do closer come, lets hear the last, <br>untangle the breaths that ride in past, <br>when beneath the grave lies and not hears, <br>shuts the curtains to our simple fears, <br>don't commune and close the doors to us<br>we suppose it so, in common fuss.<br>Hear may you not, if you try so hard, <br>feel you may not in this grave yard; <br>for in listening, share the living part <br>and by feeling, comfort the mortal heart.<br>We love them so, we loved them much <br>the mother-wit of the tombs is such, <br>we perch beside them, in mourning sit, <br>are sorrow for their departing fit! <br>Come see! -Aren't graven so these graves, <br>learn do the fashion in which behave-<br>transmit not they, through a simple plan<br>do they what, cant do a breathing man.<br>The flowers upon the graves I've seen <br>what colors and scents there haven't been-<br>as they loved you so, they love you more, <br>their falling apart cant you adore, <br>but, that they show are all signs to you <br>that the aggrieve realms are smiling too.<br>If you cannot hear, or cannot you feel, <br>with a sight that the third eye does peel, <br>see, to the perished not a bouquet give, <br>when know that they too in dying live, <br>and from the depths they too hear and see<br>into a garden turn, wherever be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>R.N.Khan, © 2011</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Raja+Nosherwan">Raja Nosherwan</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=480417" data-title="Flowers Upon Their Graves. de Raja Nosherwan" data-description="Hush! Do closer come, lets hear the last, untangle the breaths that ride in past, when beneath the grave lies and not hears, shuts the curtains to our simple fears, don't commune and close the doors to us we suppose it so, in common fuss. Hear..."></div> </div> </div>

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