often we die
in youth
as do many others -
and rise again
to put flowers on graves
*
nobody cares for
flowers’ soul
but the florist-
who then will put them
people on the
Jour sans soleil-
ne sois pas triste, mon coeur, voici
une fleur de colza
•
Si calme-
même l’éternité s’arrête
pour l’écouter
•
Cigale chantant dans
le Main de la Vierge-
ballade et
the gate was waiting for me
with all its planks
ready to fall down
if I would’ve put my hand
on its bolt
there were no flowers in the garden
anymore
my little childhood house
to tired
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