As if the day turned black
and the sun turned a dirty shade of grey
awaiting eagerly
just for one last poem to read, from you?
the very last goodbye?
a poem in which
the universe explodes
into silence and nothingness
and as I sit at the end of my bed
my dry eyes closed
waiting of course
for all the clocks to stop
the moon appears
and she is blue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem