Stone Face
As invisible hands my throat squeezes me, in silence tears without tears. Thoughts Not Desirable, like the waves are spanking. On the shore, the shadow after me creeps ... The chest crushes stones of dust. On the lost road, I'm looking for a sign. In the sand it absorbs, another trace. My wind whispers: "Friend is in trouble!" The lump in the chest, difficult to swallow. Never the sea, gifts do not return. A memory from afar, like a mirage in a desert. You run to me, but the wind takes you ... In my hand, in it your face ...
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