Your grave
The grass is fragrant on your grave
and grows increasingly forever green
to match the generosity you always showed yourself
to everyone who knew you, without any one exception.
That is lingering around us in the air,
your love that never failed but made you stay
in spite of your atrocious sufferings and pain
among us on and on, until no love could hold you any longer
from exploding out into the universe
to there continue flowing generously
all around us, which we feel still more than clearly
and are grateful for, and will remain so,
for as long as there will still be anyone among us
to remember you with the identical warm love
that always marked your personality
to make it unforgettable as an example
for your friends and relatives to cling to,
since that love is bound to never die.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-06-25 at 19:55
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