fallen leaves rolled
as he passed
dusts dispersed
cause they must
honor paid in half.

bell tolled high
on narrow roofs
echoes of sorrows
and freedom renewed
clement look of truth.

people grieved in full scope
half for the dead,
the other half for oneself
rush of instant retrospect
and the deal of life ahead.

it is dreaded,
some wish for it
to live… is one time
we cannot repeat
call of death is a secret
a kiss of mystery in progress
only heaven can confess!