Dia de los muertos
Our honored dead
Ancestors
Dead
Death another realm
Another place
Where flowers bloom
Fragrant everlasting
And we, in this side,
Living
Smelling the flowers
Lost to us once they bloom;
Yet there
Another reaches us,
It's face
A glimpse
Delicate
Sweet
Caress
Of memory
That lives
Alongside
Our yearning,
Assuages the sharp breath
Of sunset
The Stars
appearing before us,
forever there,
to behold.
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