melancholic strollers,
under desperate crying skies,
pottering around tombs
and mausoleums..
lost minds,
full of regrets and memories,
ceaselessly turning round,
in the none o'clock one way watch..
seeing you,you dont see them..
talking to you,you never reply..
melancholic strollers,
a name,a date,on a grave,reading..
a hand switched the life off,
a hazy,hazardous morning..
lone souls,since so long,
about aimlessly wandering
amongst cold marbles..
walking past each others..
death never recognize its reflect..
names,dates,slowly wearing away,
opening the gate of time,
definitely,making their way
in the eternal light...