GRAVEYARDS
Graveyards are alive!
So many spirits,
fled from the weary physicality of life;
they frolic around me,
laughing because they no longer must answer
to anyone but the trees.
They are far from dead or at rest.
They remain to see their friends and family,
but they do not grieve
that their loved ones cannot see them;
they know that very soon
those same lovers of physical life
will join them in almost-invisible play,
sharing the best-kept secret ever.
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