Dead girl

Dead girl's charm,
I kissed her forehead,
I remembered the touch of decayed flowers of last spring,
she carried all  in her bags
to understand death.
She tried and she understood
death is not the cruellest gambler
loving is the absurdity we create
in the end, we destroy everything
with sorrow and grief
that when you can release
love out of your life.
And death is never a stranger
it is always a part of you.