Raivo Bitenieks

You know the burning stars,The hand that caresses with a caress.

Now your face is covered by a half chairAnd the liquor like the whitest snows.

None of the little ones were strangers to youNeither in the houses nor in the street corners.

A forest of souls to cherish forever,Imprisoned within the walls of dumbness.

You gave of yourself all that was storedFor body, soul, spirit.

And so you go as you were toldThrough the darkness and weight of nothingness.

You go when the poplars bloom,Himself weathered by Time and Eternity.

But the soul weeps not, the soul sings,For the Giver is blessed even in death.

Raivo Bitenieks

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