Black silk ribbon

From the tears we cried
grew up dandelions on ground
The rain pour down our pain
and green grass spread around
the graveyard
White clouds passed it quickly
so that they would not be filled by sorrows

I am wearing a black hat
there is silk ribbon and wind
plays with it
It is only alive thing
everything else seems so dead

I can see the children's
colourful kites flying somewhere
behind the wall

This graveyard is full sadness:
tears that run out too fast
people who died too young
and old: none of them were ready
But the less prepared were the persons
who are standing here on beautiful summer days
like today is.