You shall read me
when I am gone
in green pain.

There had been gifts
Unwrap them in dark –

when moon was
The beams will rub your body.

A bared stasis
will stop the fluids.
Wash your face with tears.

It seems a long time
when I touched your eyes.
My clouds would not find you.

Submitted by Satish Verma.

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