To my mother and father
The Sun still shines
when the good people
are not here anymore,
the rain falls and
the wind howls
when the good people
are not here anymore.
The clouds part,
the Sun descends
through dusk
into the night,
and the summer stars
glimmer faintly
in the bowl of heaven
above the fallen fields.
Yet the good people
are not here anymore,
and the world
lies dashed,
the sun and the rain
and the wind and
the clouds and the stars
and the fields
all mere broken pieces
of what was once whole,
a sum of our existence, when
the good people were here.
21.06.2022
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