Gillyflower
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Chrysanthemum
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Hyacinth
Leather
Moss
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Radish
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The Cemetery of Flowers...!
No one knew him exactly. And no one knew exactly who he was or where he came from. He always came to the very old cemetery on the edge of town at the weekend. Mostly on Sundays. His dark suit looked tattered and worn. But you could tell he was trying to look well-groomed. His gaze was blank and his watery green eyes were turned inwards. His white hair played around his gaunt face like a web. And every step seemed like the last. Determined, he went where no one wanted to go. He went to the cemetery's compost heap. Where the graveyard of all flowers was. That's where the flowers were that nobody wanted any more. Everything that wilted, that was no longer fresh, that was no longer attractive and full of beauty was thrown away there. The sight of the compost heap was as bizarre as it was beautiful...!
Everything lay on the rotting heap. The wreaths of the recently deceased and the wreaths of the married couple. The church was right next door. Here, death was right next to love. You had to be very careful when you stood in front of this compost heap. All the emotions that were deposited there were too powerful and loud. It hurt. No matter in which direction. And that's exactly where the old man went. So incredibly strong and self-confident!
The chlorophyll of wilted plants and death surrounded the old man almost like an aura of green. Slightly narcotic like wilted hyacinths. He chose his flowers from the heaps almost single-mindedly. He even often took the earthy, dirty radish from the church's vegetable patch next door. The tart, spicy chrysanthemums. The leathery, powdery violets. Some moss from weathered gravestones. The fleshy, tender levkoye. His hands were full of earth. Like patchouli and full of dirt. Almost indiscriminately and yet instinctively he grabbed it. He formed a bouquet from it. Morbid to look at and yet so incredibly pretty and beautiful. He gave death itself a beautiful costume. Transience seemed to be alive!
Then he sat down dreamily on one of the old and cold granite benches. His gaze was as blank as ever. But sometimes it brightened. Then he spoke to the bouquet he had tied with a weathered leather ribbon. He held the bouquet like an infant in his arms. Or like the head of a loved one he had something to tell. He also often stroked the bouquet. So tenderly, so gently, so peacefully, so sensitively and full of love. Sometimes his lips moved when he whispered to the bouquet. But you never understood a word. In those moments he seemed very, very happy...!
He sat there for hours before he got up and walked with the wilted bouquet in his hands to the oldest part of the cemetery, which was overgrown and no longer cared for. There was a spot far inside that was surrounded by flowering weeds. From a distance, it almost looked like a small compost heap. But it wasn't! In the middle was a dainty, small and weathered gravestone. It was surrounded by wilted bouquets. You could hardly count them. There were so many of them. The old man laid the bouquet there. This place was so quiet that you couldn't even hear the birds chirping. But what you could hear was his crying. Never for long,...just for a moment...!
If you approached the gravestone and pushed a few of the bouquets aside, you could still make out what was written on it......
HERE RESTS ANNI...
YOU WERE THE GARDENER OF MY HEART.
IN ETERNAL LOVE....
WILLI
End
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iytUp61zsUo
Everything lay on the rotting heap. The wreaths of the recently deceased and the wreaths of the married couple. The church was right next door. Here, death was right next to love. You had to be very careful when you stood in front of this compost heap. All the emotions that were deposited there were too powerful and loud. It hurt. No matter in which direction. And that's exactly where the old man went. So incredibly strong and self-confident!
The chlorophyll of wilted plants and death surrounded the old man almost like an aura of green. Slightly narcotic like wilted hyacinths. He chose his flowers from the heaps almost single-mindedly. He even often took the earthy, dirty radish from the church's vegetable patch next door. The tart, spicy chrysanthemums. The leathery, powdery violets. Some moss from weathered gravestones. The fleshy, tender levkoye. His hands were full of earth. Like patchouli and full of dirt. Almost indiscriminately and yet instinctively he grabbed it. He formed a bouquet from it. Morbid to look at and yet so incredibly pretty and beautiful. He gave death itself a beautiful costume. Transience seemed to be alive!
Then he sat down dreamily on one of the old and cold granite benches. His gaze was as blank as ever. But sometimes it brightened. Then he spoke to the bouquet he had tied with a weathered leather ribbon. He held the bouquet like an infant in his arms. Or like the head of a loved one he had something to tell. He also often stroked the bouquet. So tenderly, so gently, so peacefully, so sensitively and full of love. Sometimes his lips moved when he whispered to the bouquet. But you never understood a word. In those moments he seemed very, very happy...!
He sat there for hours before he got up and walked with the wilted bouquet in his hands to the oldest part of the cemetery, which was overgrown and no longer cared for. There was a spot far inside that was surrounded by flowering weeds. From a distance, it almost looked like a small compost heap. But it wasn't! In the middle was a dainty, small and weathered gravestone. It was surrounded by wilted bouquets. You could hardly count them. There were so many of them. The old man laid the bouquet there. This place was so quiet that you couldn't even hear the birds chirping. But what you could hear was his crying. Never for long,...just for a moment...!
If you approached the gravestone and pushed a few of the bouquets aside, you could still make out what was written on it......
HERE RESTS ANNI...
YOU WERE THE GARDENER OF MY HEART.
IN ETERNAL LOVE....
WILLI
End
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iytUp61zsUo
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