By Alys Faiz
I will sing of you later when the trend of a thousand feet the unending roll of sorrow the breath of roses enfolding the eulogies, the warranted praise the drawn-out memories of others the grief of recalling, the total acceptance of death are over. | Then I will sing not to tread of a thousand feet, nor to the roll of sorrow Nor will I lift the roses not echo praise nor recall, nor accept. My song neither begins nor ends. It is eternity. (at his death) |
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