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the end
what if I pierce through your eyes
to see what’s inside you
mother’s red embroidered coffin in dug up black pit
now rests on the dark side of your soul
it wasn’t raining then
but I was suffocating with my own tears
there wasn’t any storm or thunder
my ears were full of ringing phone
and sharp, cutting words:
“She’s dead, haven’t you been informed yet?”
someone was condoling, others – crying
common pain has drawn us together
for the time of funeral banquet occurring at the table
after that: grave was left in silence
flowers have withered
while all garlands have been thrown away
to see what’s inside you
mother’s red embroidered coffin in dug up black pit
now rests on the dark side of your soul
it wasn’t raining then
but I was suffocating with my own tears
there wasn’t any storm or thunder
my ears were full of ringing phone
and sharp, cutting words:
“She’s dead, haven’t you been informed yet?”
someone was condoling, others – crying
common pain has drawn us together
for the time of funeral banquet occurring at the table
after that: grave was left in silence
flowers have withered
while all garlands have been thrown away
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