I left death
Death did not
Leave me
I am one
With death always
Everywhere and
I am one with death
I know death
At the opening hour
Death is not
Windy sky not clouds
Death is my
Conscious breathing
Death giving me
What not
That I am
Just in the evening
Like the morning prayer
My dear, line is not clear
And not that the train
Is at the outer.
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