The darkness is life’s destiny
With bizarre shadings on
In the hours that come to be
Until hollow and all gone
Like bouquet of ravenous light
In stills of exotic scene
Through the hours of the night
Each thought lies between
The tattered clouds and shade
In every deem to come
With hands of darkness made
Of ties dim emporium
The colors that are none
With enchanting and livid sky
And without life’s comparison
That reaches vivid high
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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