an epilogue, a chapter, a paragraph a phrase..
all adds up to forming a contemporary story to be comprehended.
affections of yours to that the other is still there,
deep down in your thoughts.
never did i knew that how a fool like me could be so giving in.
to be contiguous with every of your moment which you said its contagious.
its time for me to be letting go of this star that has burnt out, no more of its lights into my solitude.
breaking and hammering my thoughts into pieces is sometimes the things that you always do.
moving on to another novel is your duty now and to leaving this piece is as simple as the words that you breathe.
-forever my dying fall has fallen-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem