Show me a heartful of love, anywhere,
and I'll try to start believing in this world again
but you won't find it,
at least not where we are
what you can expect around us is
a brainful of accusations
a mindful of injuries
a bookful of imaginations and longings
and a hole torn in our relationship
dripping good vibrations into the nowhere of dreams
where they accumulate
- waiting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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