“What am I in your universe? Am I the moon? the sun? Or just a star in your sky?”

In one day after 100 years
When the weather is good enough
I hope ..I'll be able to tell her that she was my first love..
I ask the sky a permission for that...

Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To know that for destruction ice Is also great, And would suffice.”

American Poetry, 1922: A Miscellany
by Conrad Aiken

مصير المو عادي ، يصير عادي .
بس هي مسألة وقت.