The stars won’t remember a single one of us
They won’t know or remember us at all-
They’ll go on
In their own crazy ways
Glowing themselves into black death
Colliding and combining
Across aeons
In Darkness deeper
Than we can ever know,
In heat and light
We cannot bear to be near-
The stars will not know us
And we cannot come close to them either.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem