I am a poem unfinished.

A color that was not good enough for the rainbow.

A desert that never knew what a sunflower feels like in its soil.

I am a coral reef that was touched and lost its vibrant colors.

I am everything that is nothing.

I am rubble of everything dismantled.

I am those numbers after the decimal that everyone just ignores.

I am the casualty of thought on thought on thought chained by that reaction chain 

I am a sigh after a long deep breath

I am…

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Link to the Italian translation