Tuesday, October 25, 2016

The leaves that fall.



Green and red twilight 
during the last instants of the day.
I know where my ashes will rest;
beside the roots, wallowing into the mud,
swallowing drops of life and breath.

This will is not an attack or a despise,
but the true wish of a dying soul.
I don't want dogmas of tortures and redemptions,
just the love and the bless of an awesome Earth.
People who love me know 
where my ashes will rest,
and this yearning is not an incitement 
or a provocation.
A little part of me, 
clean and mineral,
will symbolize what I will have been,
what I will have loved.
But my mind will stay 
with those who I love,
for ever and ever. 

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