The ground's no longer brown
It's covered with green
When we laid you there
All was ugly and mean
Months passed us by
Yet time didn't matter
Leaving you alone
Left my heart shattered
Now it still isn't easy
And will never
But, grass knows how gently
To make the brown better
The last two lines make me think of Razak's grave in Tunisia. Thank you for sharing this poem.
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