Mist rises
from the palms
of my outstretched hands.
Rain is slowly falling into my eyes,
my widely opened eyes
that stare into the sky,
the clouds covering heaven
with grey darkness.
My bones are burning,
war is in my ears,
I have to run,
but my body is flowing
into the dark soil.
First published here.
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