At Grimpen s unwelcoming mire

At Grimpen's unwelcoming mire,
That stenches with swampy perfume,
I bury in ritual pyre
Your daisies all failing to bloom.

They used to be watered for years
In hope for your love to come back.
Against all the prejudice layers
The flowers were keeping its track...

...I sniff all the smoke and the ashes
Together with humid sfumato.
We do need the courage which smashes
Our fatum's uneven staccato.