For every dead leaf
I give a bloom
For every departure
I blossom
For every twig
I have a sprout
For every desert
I have a garden
Every hole
I fill with grace
Every pain, every tear
I turn them into
Water
And heal
Every night
A fire star
Every pause
A chant
Laments, solitude
A burst of laughter
A banquet
A baptism
Every death
Is the scream
of a multiple
birth
Fertile soil
for the dust
of your departure
While you bury
your corps
in sand
I’m a torrent
of new flowers
fragrant mud
and a renovated
soul
While you are forgotten
I germinate in
A thousand memories
That haven’t been
Born yet
Your music stops
And my life begins
The last caress of
My time
Made your grave to fade
In replacement
The first stone of
A future
Without you.
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