The scent of shadows
How fragrant is the cemetery fence! Long ago, mother wove it with climbing flowers. It’s not very relaxing to live nearby. Every day, the bell reminds you about death. Sometimes, the gravediggers laugh and no matter what your mood is, a thought always flies over this fence. But children don’t feel like this, they tell each other stories by the roadside to while away the time until mom will come home again. To them, death is a honeysuckle-scented garden.
mother’s portrait –
ink is running down
the right eye
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