</>Terrible stars fall into the sea
The sea surface with a golden horizon
is going to think beyond
the temperature is not living in the world
a world without temperature fits a penguin
he shoulders a backpack having, on his face, a grin
that is enough to warm the earth.
We are capturing the scene of penguins' relocating
and the earth is witnessing our destroy on the earth
the calamity is being closely shot,
fast shot, without the need to wait for the ending.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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