I see,
I see waves of flowers,
lakes of colors,
flowing together
in an unique striking song,
A song of sadness,
pregnant of memory...
Living people
're greeting dead people,
Soft flowervelvet
hugs chilly thomb-stones
and my heart
is co-crooning
Puts in sounds
what I'm unable to express,
the language of the soul
mixes with gray air,
who weeps together
with the livings
and hopefully,
yes hopefully,
warms up the death...
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