I saw a man holding a catapult towards the sky
Aiming at the glittering star.
At a glance he'd released a shot:
Bong! Confluence first, then the star dropped.
That's how man dies.
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Poet's Note:
The poet's view on how human dies, though based on tales told.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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