O kind one free me from the shackles of illusion
I am drowning
And the floating images are laughing at me
Showing their enormous white teeth twisted and dirty
I need to rest my head on your chest and breathe.
My mind is caught up in a storm
Clouds of dust stinging my eyes and I cannot see
Where are you, my beautiful?
I cannot wait any longer
Every moment is walking on soft muddy soil.
Why did you choose to hide?
Even when the bond is tugging at my heart, O dear ?
Where do I look, with my eyes closed ? ...
Giving up too quickly looking elsewhere
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