I closed my eye
And felt myself in the sky
I was there
But, had I die?
It was a strange feeling
Just like someone was peeling
Me, and my-old-self.
The situation was non-dealing.
I felt like I'm reborn.
As a new harvested corn.
It was a new me.
Now there was no need to mourn.
I was no more afraid
Of the mysterious dead maid
Or the mid-night dead spirits
They had all now fade.
-Me
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شِعرand you sit in there, thinking of everyone's feelings but your own, you wonder if the moon comes up at night so the stars don't feel alone. #frostypoetry #AmayaFrost
