The night ticking
and dissolved into silver dust.
This second can be the last.
Where are you?
(...frozen air...)
I fear
your secret
on the grey street.
There isn't a trace!
Just a huge dark space...
I see the upset sky.
I can't find you,
in vain I try...
your smoldering light
don't wave in the night...
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