A forgotten grave,
Half stands in a deserted graveyard.
Those who knew him
Have long departed this earth.
Even the little babe-in-arms,
The land no more has any memories of their steps.
The only tears weeping
On the stone
Are those of the rain.
The sole kiss touching the withered name
Is the caress of the harsh wind.
Its sole embraced is that
Of a thorny bush
Encircling the stone.
In its hidden haven,
A family of birds
Is grateful for the obscure nest,
This forsaken place which offers them
Secluded quietness.