Three Black shadows follow me on the path to nowhere,
wrapped in lines,
the horrific masks of sorrow,
the pain,
the pain,
the light from their dark clothes,
motionless I see them coming,
there is no turning back,
only forward
in the uncertainty
into the darkness.
Gone to stardust
we swim in the eternal space.
Little bird,
so delicate,
fly to the winds and be free,
I implore you,
do not stay here any longer,
because you´ll die in my hand.
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