A Place to Die By Richard Maxfield 3-28-2000 Through the swirling mist To the grave yard of the dead Lost in timeless thought Where dreams rest their head Where further hopes Move into the past A million dreams That did not last Dampened By the fallen tears The pain of loss Wasted years No markers To mark the spot Martyrs to life All it bought Countless numbers Haunt this place Shadows roam With featureless face Whispering groans Echo the cries Where broken hearts Come to die Copyright RM99R4Birth sign: Gemini
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