Arts and Writings by George S. Williams
I traveled far to see the borders of this night,
Now the sun is so far from my sight.
Gone are the brilliant oranges and yellows,
Now only the cool dark blues and gray shadows.
Here I can hide in the black holes,
I think every person feels like hiding at times in a black hole.
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I think every person feels like hiding at times in a black hole.
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