our days,
a thousand and one red
running though our veins
I look at you
in the presence of a blind sun
we live with
each others blood
and we bury each other
in each other's heart
in between us
there is the caravan of clouds
I offer my hand to you
and you do not realize
, a blankness is hugging you!
on the pillows
my tears search for the
address of your eyes
in the dusk
my day dies
and meets your young night
and only in sleep
we walk the same road together!
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