I drowned in the mud of past
Marsh that pushes me to the bottom slowly
To the life without new breath
Flower and stone, have you buried me well?
Soil and tears, just bring me something
I'm no longer chasing the sun I wait
And the rain long doesn't come
I'm lying in the white mass, green grass
Flower and stone, there is nothing to show
Soil and tears, blackeyes my funeral
Graveyard, graveyard
Give me tender, give me a kiss
Before it's too late, like miss
Graveyard, graveyard
My life's gone like a falling leaf
But at least I lived, for my belief
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Maria, the contrasting images you present are startlingly good. They make me wish even more that I could read your work in your first language. I particularly am intrigued with the thought of drowning in the mud of the past, the marsh that pushes me to the bottom slowly, to the life without new breath. I love the lines: 'Flower and stone, have you buried me well? ' 'Soil and tears, just bring me something.' Really, I like all the lines, especially 'My life is gone like a falling leaf 'But at least I lived for my beliefs.' Lovely work! Thank you for sharing your exquisite work. Sincerely, William