The sea is a graveyard for broken hearts.
The heart is a graveyard for broken dreams or is it unanswered letters?
Love is a graveyard for broken friendships.
All I could see are graveyards. Tombstones. Mausoleums.
When I have nothing to be happy for, I think of the fact that I will be ending in fire, this gives me enough happiness. My body already buries so much within itself. It should all end with me.
Puja Upadhyay 
Wow. Sad and emotional poem. I loved it. I can feel the pain, yet there’s hope. Wow.
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