if, on your travels, you should ever
find your heart i hope that you will
let it live, cradled in neglected dreams
that might, one day, awaken you
(heartless is not good for anyone)

if, on my travels, i should ever
find your soul, i will show it where
you are, breathing bitter shadows
as you count the cost of un-emotion,
gazing coldly at a balance sheet of
despairing visions crying wilderness.
back home
*image: Sabin Corneliu Buraga
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