Late Nights
Late nights
I walk alone...
In a park
an ocean of water fountains.
A floodlight switched on:
It was the heart of my future
fugitive through waters...
The water laughs glittering in light...
I'm heading towards the precipice,
with hurried steps,
with eyes shut tightly.
For a second the floodlight turned off.
...and I...
written at 15, translated now
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