I can’t find you
In the dark
Groping
At your rags.
Wind whistles through your empty blouse.
If I could find you
If I could find the way home.
Your warmth and scent
A breath that passes
Like an apparition
Of a holy land
Beyond a burning sea
If I could find you
If I could find a way home
And in the end
The waves that crash and drown you
Are not tears from my eyes
But just another turbulence
That took so many lives
Before it.
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