To browse the landscape means meeting me
you may not see me, but I'm there
tread carefully, don't trample the ground
after all, that's where I am
bones reshaped into mould
flesh dissolving, taking colour after the ground
used to be red, white and pink
now I'm brown and greenish
come lie by my side, hear me whisper
yes, whisper the name of my murderer
he, who stabbed me, who took my life
and gave me nothing in return
except for this landscape
one life equals hills, cattle, a river
but only seen from afar
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-09-28 15:28:00
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