IF, ON SOLAR WINGS

Lives are short, not enough

of time and experiences for

eight billion living, tens of

billions who lived; curtailed

lives, aspirations lost, dreams

shredded, autumn leaves

sinking in dark waters. But

of death, of death there is

enough for all. Even if on

solar wings we would spread

and inhabit the Milky Way,

the great fountain of Death

would never run dry, quasars

can go silent, Death never

will as long as there are

mortal beings dreaming

in fear and hope.

15.05.2024

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