Your sweet lips brought forth sweet melody

You spoke beautiful words devoid of melancholy

Your small hands held mine in prayers

Prayers for our brothers, fathers and mothers.

Your straight legs shone brightly

After our wash by the river that night.




Love, you are gone with the wind

With the wind, with the waters.

To many who do not have you in mind,

You have become an object of history

To them, you are dead.

But not to us.



Tears will flow like rivers

Fathers will shed tears like mothers.

We will look for souvenirs, for objects

But there will be nothing left of your being.

There will be no body to bury

Because you are already buried

Below buildings, amidst rubbles.

You are already gone from earth

But you remain forever – in our heart.


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