The Quotes Garden *** Part II – Poetic lines in a verse *** *** Hymns ***
“Weeping crickets mourn a grave into the meadow; – *** Alone, at last! A rusty cross awaits my autumn’s cry, *** Amber leaves twisting around the sparkles in my eye, *** - And sudden, I remember; a blade of grass, - my seal. *** There’s something to resemble, into a silent prayer?.. *** Bowing my brow, to kiss the ground, to vow returning, *** My fingers grasp the secrets of the dew, gathering pearls, - *** O, hymn of cruel fate! Thy blessing! Thank you, Lord! *** Poor heart, do not despair, - in Suffering, rejoice!..” *** (- epitaphs)