Why does it happen,
when you collapse in,
on yourself, a black
hole is formed? I don’t
want to enter, the depth
of eternal death!
Would you come with
me to have a look
at the fading sun?
It is beautiful. The
rainbow on street, in-
viting you to cross the colors.
It bleeds the heart, the
irreparable loss of the rival.
You are here, not to come again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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