I am body without soul.
I am dreams without vision.
Action without goal.
Choice without decision.
Half of one, leaving none.
I am without you.
Rose petals floating in a fledgling stream.
Washed away by a sudden rain.
No one's to blame.
Everything is only make believe.
Harlot shadows dance
to distract the sun.
Dreams seem shattered,
porcelain pieces
strewn across a darkening sky.
But it's only the clouds....
They've come undone.
Why?
No one laughs.
No one cries.
It's just the wind and the rain.
Where are you?
What are you thinking?
Are you smiling or sleeping?
Do you have tears on your cheeks?
I wish I knew.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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