I see their names carved in stone
on marble crosses with roots of bone
trees dripping with death and tears
bloodlines buried for a thousand years
perched forever on this barren hill
obedient keepers of our Fathers’ Will.
The Cemetery | Cyprus Poems
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Poetry
by Chris Zachariou
United Kingdom
Τάκης Ζαχαρίου
Ποιήματα
Γιαλούσα, Κύπρος
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