Cemetery Gates

This is not famous Pere Lachaise cemetery, but here, in Zemun, behind these beautiful gates, there is as much reason to take a walk and feel some lyrical romanticism in the soul. This one of three gates, and this one I find the most beautiful.

Actually, what I felt there, in paris, taking my time, feeling like I am actually a part of these great peoples' lives, just by being there, by their graves, and paying them respect for all the great work and deeds they've done, is just the same how I feel while walking here, in beautiful Zemun cemetery, for there are many many people we do not ever hear about and they have done so many great things and deeds in life, you know.

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And, for the end, this is the song I sing inside whenever I think about taking a walk through any cemetery:

Cemetery Gates (by The Smiths)

A dreaded sunny day
So I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
A dreaded sunny day
So I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
While Wilde is on mine
So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
All those people, all those lives
Where are they now?
With loves, and hates
And passions just like mine
They were born
And then they lived
And then they died
It seems so unfair
I want to cry
You say : "'Ere thrice the sun done salutation to the dawn"
And you claim these words as your own
But I've read well, and I've heard them said
A hundred times (maybe less, maybe more)
If you must write prose/poems
The words you use should be your own
Don't plagiarise or take "on loan"
'Cause there's always someone, somewhere
With a big nose, who knows
And who trips you up and laughs
When you fall
Who'll trip you up and laugh
When you fall
You say : "'Ere long done do does did"
Words which could only be your own
And then produce the text
From whence was ripped
(Some dizzy whore, 1804)
A dreaded sunny day
So let's go where we're happy
And I meet you at the cemetry gates
Oh, Keats and Yeats are on your side
A dreaded sunny day
So let's go where we're wanted
And I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
But you lose
'Cause weird lover Wilde is on mine
Sure!

Thanks for reading!
This is my post to the #SevenDaysOutside challenge by @erikah.
And the topics by days:

-WindowMonday – Windows
-DoorTuesday – Doors
-RustArtWednesday – Rust
-GateThursday – Gates
-StatueFriday – Statues
-BrickSaturday – Bricks (bricks only, no pavement elements or cobblestones please)
-StreetlampSunday – Street Lamps

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