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Jun 2017
It was a strange experience
coming out of the body
to understand the death.

And I watched a train
whistling by―
then I understood,

time will not wait for me.
I started running
against the moon―

to forget the empty dream,
catching a fever.
I am still burning―

in grass, collecting
the dew, falling
from the misty night.
Written by
Satsih Verma
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