Poem-it died…

Emptiness…it didn’t know.

The meaningless pride was scattered on the floor.
Glory collapsed in disappointment in silence.

Loss of eyesight of imaginary money named stock
The hopeless starvation of the market to be uncollectible

On that day,
the golden grand castle of the impregnability
was carried off suddenly by a big wave, and disappeared.

Bankruptcy…it died.

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