Poem: Walking in Cemeteries

I like walking through cemeteries
The dead are quiet
Peace and birds and secrets
Whispered between leaves

Sometimes sadness
Hollows through the weathered tombstones
But when the sun is out
And the leaves are chattering
I feel respect
All the respect

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