It was quite dark,
The sun was almost set,
The only light was from the computer.
The music flowed over her ever-thinking mind.
She was a shadow,
Only seen but never really heard.
She sat and wondered,
' Will I disappear? '.
The dark room seemed to say yes and when the sun had truly set for good she disappeared,
like Alice in Wonderland.
The problem with Earth is,
'We're all mad here'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem