every death is
a new grave,
with digging the hole in ground
which it will be
necessary to fill, absolutely.
because only down a place will be.
we can fly up in dreams, and dreams.
or by aeroplane, by balloon,
under the condition
that we live, and we are doing well.
It can be differently,
when on the road we meet
our Angel...
Maria Barbara Korynt
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-up-only-when-you-live/
