The grave digger

The man dances in the garden’s middle
The middle of his own life
Sees the tulip blossom
From distant songs below

He still dances, over the stone
He has caught the stone in his chest
He rubs the stone with his name
His name shines, he name is
The stone that he caught
That dances with the flowers in circles
Circles Of his own song
His own stone

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