A common elegy

We ,from current mankind,
Leave the lake to its sunset.

Smoke here belongs to lake.
Its gray smoke rises for all.

There will be  sun after all
But there will be no elegy.

We pickle our words for it
To make a common elegy.

We break shells of words
But with no grief in them.

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