27 oct 2016, 8:25

Flower 

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On your grave I will put a flower –
bloody red with weeping lists:
it will reflect the unstoppable pain in me, how it hurted when you left the world.
And how quickly the time just passes,
and with every day I feel more sadness;
blame myself for nothing couldn't did –
I was weak even you to keep...
One only picture of you now I have
for all the time when we were two;
it's not enough;
I see you, yet you will
and this bitterness as a sword pierces me. ...

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