Without you

The brain takes the artist's hand
in his universe and draws a house

you are in another world
rivers meander around your breath

the artist is a man in this case
like the bare tree in front of the house

with women and children
at the bottom of the silence

play free with wind
when you had to go

endlessly stretched out in thought
on the territory of the city

which lies in the sand
the heart that remains in the stone

said goodbye tearfully
knowing you were going to leave

the land that is silent on the earth
the brain takes the soul to no man's land

without you this old world is
so different, empty sometimes


the horizon leaves a book unwritten
at the bottom of the silence lies a letter

about a dream that describes life.


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