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The Churchyard

In the churchyard names are buried
among the seeds,

The birches stand alert,
their leaves whisper in the wind
names of the deceased,
but grief is mute
among cut flowers.

Scissors, lifeline.




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Publicerad 2024-01-12 14:04



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