Letter
These are the days of the virtual relationships
The forgotten greetings over the fence
The accidental encounters are gone too
There is no place to buy me on the web
The larva changes its sin again
I shall not know it when I meet the parasite
Sometimes a message appears
From cloud of air - the fruit of the blackberry
You have always wanted invisibility
Now we have all marginalized ourselves
For longing make us happy
And we are famous if discovered
But I am not lost
Like islands still muted about their history
There is no like acceptance for the depopulation of the world
And there is coffee to make you sleep
If you will resist dying to be famous like Michael Jackson
I have nothing else to hope for
Nothing more to give
But a lisening ear to your lament
Your loneliness is a echo of the world
At least you cannot complain of a broken heart
That would be unfair to a year that spent
Three hundred and sixty five days longing
For a new year to come.
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