I left alone now by myself on this path
Nobody departed they all left long time ago
Light wind carried me gently towards the valley
Down the hill to the cemetery where my parents are
Dark clods upside down longing for rain
Green oaks dusted heavily
Only cotton is waiting for harvest
Autumn brings you amazing mornings
Skies are colored in feather clouds the air is fresh
I knelt by my parents grave spoke with them
Petted the stone understood the occasion
I watered the flowers and kept silence
It was so pleasant the yearning
Knowing they are so missed and it pains so much
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