and then he is laid to rest <br />and be left in the silence of his grave... <br /> <br />the grasses take charge and <br />some seeds may grow to make flowers <br /> <br />no, not for him anymore <br />he turns to bones to dust he shall return <br /> <br />and there will be no more songs <br />no poems, not even his name shall be remembered <br /> <br />his songs perhaps but only for a while <br />our destiny like his is always in the beauty of forgetting...<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-when-he-turns-to-dust/
