l 've heared you are dead
Swallowed by corona virus
With shame to face hardness of the world alone
I dance to your dress

Down the surface of the ground hiding
Rolling with your dress naked and cold
And the mouth kissing the lips of dust
That will soon distance you to a far horizon

It imitates the ommited orizons of oracle
Speaking like a shadow of the night
For death dies not but distance itself away
Only a memory that feels a joy of the past

Singing a song that was best by then
For a twisted slow rise from death
But the mind hesitates in disbelief
Your nights will never see a shining of the moon

Still the world keeps quete
Since the older days leaves not a night alone
Only a ghost to seduce romantic grave of you
That dies with every rising sun

Romantic days has past instantly
Golden like a bowl of glass covering the rising morning sun
Encircled by a bunch of harmless flowers
Against dusted spears of death

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