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To whom to ask, why is it so,
this world is, as if mute..

Where to find moments of joy,
Even time is like without a sign..

There are complaints on so many lips,
there are many distances from the life..
Why do the dreams dampen in eyes,
when the line leaves these hands, for no reason..

The wish I had sent,
that collided with the sky such that
a call has come back..

where have the breaths turned their face,
I don't see any path..
where has the heartbeat left the heart,
and where have these bodies left (their) shadows..

I, here, think this again and again..
a smoke of memories is walking with me.. 

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