I stay connected out of the body, 
with fireworks, 
to widen the relativity, 
to read the language of fear. 
Death of a tree was mourned 
by leaves in shadow. 
The dew lies awake crying. 

The town was disappearing 
without a dialogue 
with past, we were digging our heritage. 
In search of roots 
life was killing the tomorrow. 
You an answer seeking 
which was not yet born. 
Over the mind 
an ancient prayer floats. 

The house was on fire 
the words cannot cover the flaming body. 
It was dying beautifully. 
The space between the memories 
will shrink and we will destroy 
the ugly calender.

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