Old childhood houses
Lime on all dead walls
A forgotten funeral
In this place of silence
Sepulcral is the garden
Any flower dies in the spring
There’s the gate ajar by someone
And the dark night was never the same
In this inhospitable path
I’m tired of walking
Towards the night dawn of suns
I watch the enlightened creation of the world
Twilight life space
It’s day again
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