You wish you could nuke prenatal haunting memories
Of being confined in the stygian aqueous space.
Dead to the world, yet wide awake in your ghostly reveries
To the danger of plummeting to earth at a snail's pace.
How come in 9 months you turned into another mortal
Devoid of the former wings, you miss flying in the starry sky?
Stuck with time and space, you can't get over the supernal portal
To exist on the other side without kissing your life goodbye.
The distant shimmering stars don't share the secrets of your descent:
Your primary habitat hardly ever shows up in your dreams.
Was that the angels' sly design to throw you off the scent?
A transition to the bygone hereafter isn't as hurtful as it seems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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