Every day ,when the sun rises

There are eyes , that don’t open anymore

There are bodies ,that don’t move anymore

There are souls that separate with flesh.

Every day ,when the dawn approaches

There are new graves dug

There are new death announcements

There are souls that separate with flesh .

Opening those eyes in the morning.

Moving that body in the morning.

Your soul still at attached to flesh.

Is a gift !

Your grave ,not dug.

Your death ,not announced.

Your soul ,still on earth .

Is a gift !