The undulating pine trees
try not to weep as they really should;
they hold the tiny, slowly falling raindrops,
sensing the mortality that turns him cold
without a sob, without tears,
and standing a few steps
from his dug up grave:
he expresses much sorrow
for himself, for the agonies that'll follow...
accepting such an irreversible fate!
Thereby, his bones without...
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