How expensive
Are the flowers
That adorn the ground of the deceased
And upon the arrival of the cold perish
To gather
With their loves
Of the snow

Because the cold
The cold decided to freeze
In the tear of the innocent
Who is no longer here

How expensive
Are the leaves
That adorn the dawn of April
In the presence of absence
Under the absence of presence
That rest
In silence

Because the sun
The sun decided to warm up
So that the pain
Could finally fade away

But only
Once again
The eyes saw in their liveliness
That neither the fury of men
Nor the madness of others
Once the hatred blossomed
(Now it cries its pain)
Could cool the blood
In its fate
Its aporia
Are signs of yet another memory
Since it is cunning
Fragile and golden
Not just hours
But immortal forever

Because the light
The light decided to turn on
Its night at sunset
To remind us
Of how we were normal
And suddenly
We were no more

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