MY PAST SELVES' FLOWERS - TOSKOVAT

MY PAST SELVES' FLOWERS - TOSKOVAT

Today, I remembered my love, my sorrow, my last tomorrow.   I felt the coldest kiss and received flowers for the first time. I see the same marble to which I made wishes as a child and which now holds my deepest wish. From my decaying body, flowers will grow, and I will be in them, and that will be eternity.   And these flowers, I hope, will be offered to loved ones sooner than they were for me. My children will not tremble like I did, for theirs will not withstand the sharp touch of the thorn. They will dream of floating petals, soft and bright. They will dream of meadows beyond dark hills and waters that flow and save every withered spirit. They will dream.   You colored my life, and every shade was worth it. We will sit together again one day, when neither of us wants to run.