🍃THE DEATH FOR THE DEAD 🍃

🍃THE DEATH FOR THE DEAD 🍃

🌺If our dead were not there - 

sleepless shadows, 

who would be in the dark to lead us? 

An absence overflowing, 

a pain present, 

which makes us human. 

If our dead were not there - 

deep well eyes, 

where would we get to see 

face to face against himself, 

from perseverance reproaches of conscience, 

which makes us humble. 

If our dead were not there - 

silent, smoldering voices, 

who would comfort our loneliness? 

Bitter, swallowed without the saturation, 

sweet smells of home, 

who make us children. 

I light a candle for the eternal memorial. 

Until we remember them, we are alive, 

until we cry for them, we are strong, 

until we look like them, we are real. 

If our dead were not there, 

we would be dead in our lives. 🍃✨🍃