After the unfelt,
Your consciousness
barely escapes the
gloomy word
Death,
so as it is forgotten,
a shower from rain
pushes your shoulder to your chest,
and
the thought of rain piercing the heart
made you kneel to the ground,
submerging you into a pause
yet silence did not come after,
only the brightening of the dark sky
was felt but of no relief.
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