i smell very peculiar scent
coming from behind me
it can't be that my mind
is playing with me, cold
where body lies in between
awake-asleep hypothermia
i heard a crack of a branch
'who is there' my shaky voice
dull light from behind is enough
to picture her face in front of me
'what are you doing here' i said
'see my sister; you're watching'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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