So many lie,
Six feet beneath the green.
Catacomb piles,
Marble neatly a row,
Stone Birds a pecking,
And winter flowers a blooming.
A seemingly dark fascination with graveyards completely diff from what we have back home. I travelled a long train ride just to find one in Gothenburg, hoping i'd find a famous grave stone. Nevertheless, it was a solemn place filled with lovely blooms. A sense of serenity and somberness.
Me thinks i have a new hobby...
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