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After My Death
After My Death
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Maybe you will come after my death
In dawn's impatient breeze crushing the falling leaves
Will come and stand in my courtyard
And I'll see through the invisible window of my grave
How your shadows are treading without any qualms
You'll be staring with surprised eyes
At the olive tree
After my death
How the red leaves turn green
You will see the poetic creepers of my nurtured garden
Become raspy like a prose
Breaking the cycle of fog
How the mornings become colorless like a widow
And the spectacular moments of dusk
Blend in the darkness of my dead and buried existence
Maybe you will come after my death.
