Far far away in the dark of the space,
where the stars gloom their sparkle.
Thought made of life appear.
It was early morning in the sky,
though it was a still night.
Suns appear in shapes and numbers.
Tiny like flames of ambers
Now from one of the suns,
a shadowy figure was taking shape
blur man like body from the sky descent
and so after many more appear.
from strange silences that man ever heard
The sky like a firmament in the night glow
shooting like stars they start to blow,
in every direction, like colourful fireworks.
At first, fear touched our body,
Then tears have blind our eyes.
Every person look like he/ she
Like watching through the mirror that thinks and talk.
Existences are the eyes of what you see now
deep inside yourself
from the seas to the lands where the life has emerged
far as the universe which was made for mans.
Death that you fear now is what you see,
hollow transforming into your own reflection
upon the infinite universe.
Like a circle that has not beginning and not end.
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