Through a passage of grey.

Solidified times lie

on grass mowed grounds,

tombstones laugh on lives spent

celebrating the afterlife

exchanging memories

now entombed

between moments lost

from yesterday

to the now of today,

they look on in stony silence.

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[B]

I could be so far off

But i feel this is about the lack of remembrance that humanity has to anything that was once great.
We live in greys now and lack that color
We let it all die and walk pass all those graves

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you for your words my friend, yes you are right, and I'm just looking from a tombstone's perspective too.