“You’ve come to see us!” they say, the dead speaking silently.
“Is the sun playing warm shadows across the faded flowers left on our graves – oh!
...and did anyone miss us today?”
“I missed you” I say “Bet you wish you were free like me!”
“So you are free!” they laugh
“No - you are free” I say; on reflection…
“The shadows?” they ask again,
”Yes there are warm shadows,
and the flowers, yes the flowers are faded
– and
and the flowers, yes the flowers are faded
– and
...I really did miss you!”
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