I have visited you, my darling.
You are resting in a beautiful place-
All surrounded by daisy flowers
And indifferent stones with names.
Skies are greeting you in the morning
With a tender touch of the sun.
Rain is dropping on you its tears,
Which will sparkle at night with stars.
Wind is whispering its farewell
Every time when it rustles with leaves.
Little birds are flying and singing
And enjoying the shade of old trees.
There is nobody there all around-
Only beauty of nature in bliss.
And sweet pain with eternity bounds
Those, whose time hasn't come yet for peace.
July 22, 2017, sitting in the plane Frankfurt-M.
I have visited you...
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