From Grave Yard Comments

Nobody search me here or there any more But a forgotten past elsewhere Here the glimpses are simply one thing Virtue or sin that ended in back time? !

I never thought a poem about death could be so poetic. Well done.

Beautiful poetry. Pat is buried in the eerie silence of a graveyard. Nice poem.

Silence captures its paces in grave yard. Tactics of past life remains in thirst of hope where virtue or sin is measured. Very wonderful poem on death topic shared with wise mind. Fantastic sharing done really.10