The moon floats dead in the sky
Stars have stopped blinking
Nowhere any shade of light
The night is bright.
Gloom shrouds all ecstasies
Travellers have lost their way
No ray of hope in sight
The night is bright.
Dark particles are not dark
Relativity blinds Einstein
Black holes hold things tight
The night is bright.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting write, holds deep content. Well done; D