Tag: bury the children of war in their good things

Bury them with their Motanka,doll tight in their hands.Dress them in that yellowfleece wanted and put back on the shelf,two wreaths of roses and gerberasadjacent their crypt,filled with their birth smells,the sandalwood, jasmine of the crib,a towel and a bowl of waternear to wipe their tears.Flood the nave lightly dark so they may chase the…