The warm wind blows gently
As my foot hits the stone
Walking down the gravel path
Lined by the headstones
Of old war hereos
And family members gone
Roses were left for
The lost loved ones
A few were young loves
Forever in heart sewn
There were some unmarked
Who had died alone


And as I walk
I see an untouched grave
No roses or poppies
Just a cement pave
Unknowing I appraoched
And kneeled down
My body became weak
There was no sound
As I saw the name
Etched in stone
Anthony S. Hall
But came no shock


I did not cry, but simply passed
I knew I had died a long time ago
But I continued down the path
As the warm wind would blow
I know I will come alive again
Another time, another day
Until then I will move on
For you, for me, for any possible way.

 
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