scattered do not gather me again
tremble i in my solitude
lest someone reads your name on my silent lips
like my dreams shattered completely
pray nobody shatters likewise
worried i am since then
hoping nobody presses dry flowers in books again
he no longer passes from that path
what hope can make me look forward to look out
no sound, no voice, no echoes
absolutely empty my heart waits for him
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