Keep in Mind
if you die
I won't put on a lilac dress
won't buy, colored wreaths
with whispering wind in the ribbons
none of that
none
the hearse will come - will come
the hearse will go - will go
I'll stand at the window - I'll look
wave my hand
flutter my handkerchief
bid farewell
alone in that window
and in summer
in crazy May
I will lie down on the grass
warm grass
and with my hands will touch your hair
and with my lips will touch a bee's pelt
prickly and beautiful
like your smile
like dusk
later it will be
silver - golden
perhaps golden and only red
for that duskthat wind
which whispers love into grasses
stubbornly whispers love
will not allow me to rise
and go
so simply
to my cursed deserted house
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