Give birth to the sun the day
asked about you
When the evening
Reflected the light of the moon from your window
asked about you
The birds, which you left them with thirsty
asked about you
The clouds and the sea at sunset
All of them asking about you
Your cat meowing next to a your statue in the lobby of the House
Your bed empty
Wardrobes
All of them asking about you
Death does not take... only.... who loved them
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