Territory of treason
We bury the lilies
That have dried
Now
Why not throw them away
But is it easy to throw the aroma so easy
The limitless splendour
Of falling stars
The flicker of fading aura
The murmur of dried leaves flowing
In the backyard
Colliding
Breaking
But still claiming some territory
Of treason
That time has played out
By not letting them be just dust