gazing at the moon

at the silvery balloon

there above the sky

where birds cannot fly


staring at the sun

which gives us the golden glow

and makes everything look as shiny as a crown

without even any flake of snow


looking into the space

into that dark paradise

where no one can hear you scream

and there the mainstream

is only about the solar wind


– Minja-Milla I.


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