In the Fields of Bones

In the Fields of Bones


open window
from where I hear a gloomy life
walk by
nothing but a shred of light
conquers shadows

and it was I who  
thought that light was mine
when all along
it was the sorrow
of finding a frozen
melon-heart

a handkerchief stalks
my tears
hopping my grief will be swift
in the fields of bones 
and parsley

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