Ashen

A paveway of graveyards, wetted by tears reflecting the clouds that huddle together the sky to protect from seeing the pain Unbearable, my soul uproars, the sobs of thousands grind all thoughts Clouds of cremated hopes swaying like butterflies but dead, grey and dead ashes fly snowlike, so soft and so warm and cover the names with a blanket oh, fragnant, with guilt and despair oh, butterfly, yoru wings are cold and tears...