for once in my life
i have never thought
that you were that woman
who descended the stairs
of the moon
and to the earth here you come
thinking perhaps
that you are someone special
with the marks
of the craters
welcome
now don't think that someone is special
in my place
everyone here
are nothing but pebbles
some prefer to be sand
others mind you
simply want to be air
passing by
nothing to be conscious
about how they look
if you ask the right word
yes,
most of us are
invisible
faceless and cold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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