My father lies in grave on cold November and I go to talk to him
To the ground that's dead
Cold winds blow now
For dogs bark this night
The homes have flames low
Closed windows and doors
Papa you are not alone
I am with thee as I always was
Thine grave separates us
I pray happy you be
I know thine divine heart
Will enlighten your dark abode
My dear rest in peace 🕊️
Poetry by MIRZA AHMER BEG
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Written on 2024-10-31 at 17:53
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Peace
As leaves fall in yellowTo the ground that's dead
Cold winds blow now
For dogs bark this night
The homes have flames low
Closed windows and doors
Papa you are not alone
I am with thee as I always was
Thine grave separates us
I pray happy you be
I know thine divine heart
Will enlighten your dark abode
My dear rest in peace 🕊️
Poetry by MIRZA AHMER BEG
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Written on 2024-10-31 at 17:53
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