Time traveller came knocking on my door.
I lost my way - he said,
I saw the war.
His voice was calm,
But coming from abyss
Was every breath and every morning kiss.
He stayed with me until the birds came back -
The grass grew strange that month -
The grass grew black.
Time traveller
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