Graves of white 🙏

Cold as ice tho none of them will know

As they rest in peace deep down below

And green leaves peep through where the flowers will grow..
                                ~
These plots that once was green with grass

Are graves of white with snow amass

And iciness glints like clear cut glass

On old etched names as bold as brass..
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Whence the winter melts away 

The sunshine brightens springtime’s portray

And those wet, white graves turn granite grey