On my grave I will not
welcome tears,
Let the grief disappear
with the sun,
On my grave let the lilacs
grow freer,
Let them feel
the softness of land.
As my life and my death
grew together,
Let the trees guard
the place of my rest,
Let the shadows of Pines, forever
cool the stillness of my lonely nest.
Well, be brave, come on in and sit down,
only, prayers of rage keep away
And the tears of sorrow - are shallow,
I will not let them fall on my face.
On my grave grow a Garden of Eden,
build a fence, from the wildest plants.
Only quietly step, with no breathing -
for us, souls, your steps are immense.
2004
On my grave
© Copyright: Slimka, 2004
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