The sky, a neon black with it's flares, that move in such a way through the unknown, has it's ways of slipping government secrets. The visitor I saw had the talent to put a sense of loss fear and wisdom into your soul with a glance of the eyes. It's clothes were a brilliant glint of metal like silver. It was so short, yet could be the ruler of time and space. The things you know now could be changed later, for they are here and have always been, for the future has changed the past and the past has changed the future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem