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I saw graves making nice flowered green grove

On a grave spot a big stone 

I tell you what I read 

Elizabeth Bishop 1911-1979

That's all!

And some words ..

All I want to say

She was fresh as a rose in June

I am not afraid to say I had an afraid feeling.

Days like doors

From door to door

Nobody is sure

When and where shall be the last door?

I should not be arrogant anymore

I should not go fast

Let it be slide 

I will be dust few days or more

Dust in grave for sure

Will the wind carry it here or there?

I do not care.

The past is now a memory.

Future is unknown.

It is clear,

I am fine here.

I have a sage

Regardless of the unknown number of the last page.