there will be too many trails to the heart
if you love
if you will allow me
there will be thousands and thousands
like wave upon wave
shall be your welcoming hints
if you change
there will be no door
not even a leak
all the locks of the hair gone
you take back light
and what i see is an empty space
a black hole
the unluckiest one shall take the risk
and no more shall be heard
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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