I Was Passing By A Graveyard

Everlasting peace is found only in a graveyard. I remember my old grandma saying these words whenever she felt troubled. I was passing by such a place. A girl remained beside a grave praying silently. Her trembling shoulders and tear-stained pale face highlighted her terrible plight. It gave me heartache. How terrible it would be to love someone that was carried by the death angel. My eyes gazed through the graveyard…

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