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by K.HBey
Rated: E · Poetry · Dark · #2189316
A child lost his mother and finds her mother's friend.

In front of the tomb within the darkness,
He is used to come to smell the last maternal perfume,
He is lost like being out of such womb,
Within the cemetery penumbra,
His hot tears burn such ground,
Where his mother corps remains for the eternity,
Just a lugubrious silent muffles the area,
Adding grief to his frail heart and,
His infantile spirit becomes antiquated yet,
Suddenly his sight is blurred,
An inert gigantic tree seems moving,
A beech smiles to him,
Hugs him warmly,
Tells him not to cry and worry,
About his dear mother who has become,
Her companion since the last autumn,
The child is now coming to the cemetery,
With an immense pleasure in his heart,
To meet his mother’s friend,to confess to her,
She is his ultimate shelter to dog days henceforth.

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