Strange Journey Poem by Etienne Charilaou
Strange Journey
Have I something to say?
Or is the answer: Nay!
Millions of years go by;
Things carry on, things die.
Green flash, blue flash;
all colours flash,
as the last of the sun sets.
A star is just a very heavy planet;
a planet is just condensed matter.
Something clever and wise
should surprise.
It's time to go to bed.
Strange journeys in my head.
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8/8/2026 12:01:20 AM # rel_20260806T081513Z_580e7f4
Brilliant poem, Etienne!