Basking in the attentive sun yesterday,
Life was still ahead—who knew
How the day would end?
Buried forever in earth’s breast,
Quiet, alone in eternal rest.
Your eyes were so, so dead
Like an empty house—
The spark had fled....
But now the thunderstorms
Can scare you no more
As you lie asleep in the rain
Under your cloak of earth.
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