The body is living
I am dead
I am not the one who
Lived up to that
You see me
The continuity of the life
As usually is maintained
I smile
Not as usual
Get in and get down
Not as the same rhythm
I am not there
And here with you
But my body exists
Even without the mirror
When I closely peep
And look at it
A deep change
Even in my body
You might define it
As it is the reality of being aged
Or the climate change
Of the external
I believe that
It is not done by my fate Death
He did not decide it
He never destroy my “I”
Even though
Whatever it is
It was done by the one whom
I loved, lived with
Shared, endured and suffered
It was done
Together with others
Those who believed not
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