I lose my life if you do not come,
I breathe heavy
perhaps I will never see the colour of your eyes.
I will fade in the wind
unless I hear my heartbeat.
Do not wait for me on the axis of the road,
there is no longer my footprint if I do not have you;
no trace, no destination.
And the words that come to heartbreak,
the tears rolling down and a naked spirit
falling into the emptiness of the soul,
as the tree in a cave and void forest .
I am living in a fist … please, give me your hand.
Anna Simon
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