Lovegraphy

nor am I sorry to know the land.
But I know that he is wrapped in his absence
I write wishful farewell songs.
If you want, name hope...
Hope is sometimes like believing in the unattainable,
out of faith, one-sided, he grows old with love.
Sometimes he comes to your confused dreams,
from distant roads, nameless ports,
For unknown reasons, the guest comes empty-handed.
...and while walking,
captures a parcel from his dreams
and you wake up begging in blood sweat
If you want, name it hope..
Hope is sometimes like a lonely and young child.
Like a child whose palms have not reached the place of prayer.
They have broken dreams,
half hungry half full
his heart is on fire.
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