<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=525376" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Grave Sleeper’s Rest</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I who slept... on a grave...<br>While of tender uncommon age.<br>Woke from sleep. With silent dead.<br>To turn mine eyes to heaven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tombstone lined neat ordered paths.<br>They stir not like living alive trees.<br>Moved not in brisk breath imbued breeze.<br>Moved not acres. Filled. Field stone piled hearts.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Avenues of possibilities hope. Buried through time.<br>Chimed their... lost dreams... through mine.<br>Memories preserved. Ghost imaged. Lives to speak.<br>Through impregnated. Imprints spectral. To speak.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Purpose dead love. Living requiem retro undefined.<br>Spoke pinnacles of stone, earth experience outlined.<br>Repentant city silence. Yearning. Dead so spoke.<br>Groaned heaven’s divine will. In hope aspiring longing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Loom will hold your hapless lifeless hand. <br>Last inflicted tears, tuggingly kiss away.<br>Locomotive shades, will journey wander forth. <br>Damned questing, hopeless brighter quieter day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Numbing shock. Grasp. Unremembered dreams.<br>Ghoul dark, infested revengeful scenes.<br>Return a. Sunlit. World possibilities. Where.<br>Life earth flowers plants animals air...<br>Breeze stone. More unreal. In contrast...<br>Than worm eaten, unearthly dead regret scene.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terence+George+Craddock">Terence George Craddock</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=525376" data-title="Grave Sleeper’s Rest de Terence George Craddock" data-description="I who slept... on a grave... While of tender uncommon age. Woke from sleep. With silent dead. To turn mine eyes to heaven. Tombstone lined neat ordered paths. They stir not like living alive trees. Moved not in brisk breath imbued breeze. Moved n..."></div> </div> </div>

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