Sayaa Uchii


Time holds on, hanging pieces of light in the branch of hope
darkness loses his glasses, tumbling on a stool
unable to wake us up, and
only that sparkle that spilled on the floor
brings life back together again.

Once done, no one cries over it
it can't fly up high, even with Apollo taking part
sounds fragmented, layers of spectres; infras and ultras

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