How do you come to us covered with ashes..? !
How do you come, whispered to us in tears..
We who are roped to the grief..
And..then, you dance over our hearts..? !
How do you come to us..
Wearing the sandal of curiosity,
While blowing howling death in evening.
So we arrange, over the marble,
Farewell ritual of palm fronds,
Of perfume dawn..
To wash the face of grief
The ashes from September..! !
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