Closing my eyes, inhale deeply You came to my room There are songs in the summer weeds fingers And your feet in the memories of a quiet cemetery No, you do not bend over and see the tombstone Playful look and your name exactly the same Do not whisper or a smile on their People remember that laughter has also been No, no, not your Lying on the grass in the sun above One-year-old organization is full of light green blanket Stones and do not understand all you love Name scattered around like a little wind From you outside of your breathing again dreaming Forgotten in the near ground Or very far into it and you think you have the room from the future