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Heavy sounds of colliding coffin on the ground
in which he was sinking.
Cries of tears that like the biggest clocks rings on
the ground with which they unite and follow you.
Silent song from a priest.
A bit creepy.
Somewhat calming.
With closed eyes in disbelief,
I hold your mother's from tears wet hand.
Even my strongest grip of her hand
is broken with her quiet shivers.
I breathed deeply.
Then, everything has fallen into silence.
Darkness of mine close eyes.
Feel of sounds from breaths.
Exhalation.
No longer had I felt tremors.
..and then, as if every beat of my heart-
was just a beat.
This were the quietest tears I ever knew.
I felt them rushing on mine from pain-
crumbled face.
I cried,
With re-opened eyes my tears did not stop.
I watched like through the fog,
you-leaving my friend.
Through quiet sobs, she told me:
"Son, please, you tell the last farewell,
my heart does not allow me. "
Then I slowly rushed to that far,
far away place where you sunk.
A slight gust of wind took mine lock of hair
that I held behind my ear,
crossing it with all the tears-
that made home on my face.
I breathed deeply.
Again, silence..
With my head down, I spoke:
"I wish to squeeze your hand again.
I want to hug you and pat-by the end-
already bony back.
You fought my friend.
Your soul was stronger than your body.
Until we meet again,
Rest in peace, "
I said bravely...
..and I cried.
A bit creepy.
Somewhat calming.
With closed eyes in disbelief,
Even my strongest grip of her hand
Then, everything has fallen into silence.
Exhalation.
..and then, as if every beat of my heart-
I cried,
Through quiet sobs, she told me:
"Son, please, you tell the last farewell,
Then I slowly rushed to that far,
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