334 – Cempaxochitl

An open door,
An invitation.

For their dry throats.

Strong spirits
To keep them warm.

To cure their flesh.

To show the way.

Perfumed smoke
Filling the air.

A banquet full
Of tempting smells.

A golden flower altar
Full of memories
And feelings.

No tricks here,
Just tasty treats.

A happy time
To celebrate life
With our dead.

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