CeremonyA Poem by MontagCeremony Some of us throw clouds of dust in the air in mourning of our ancestors. Others stay still, so not to disturb the ghosts of the world into which we are born. Children will take each other by the hand and run without knowing why or what will follow. It is rules that give meaning to life. I lay white roses on your grave (memory leaves everything as it was) © 2026 Montag |
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Added on March 8, 2025 Last Updated on January 6, 2026 |

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