Silence,

Sigh.

Lately, I’m afraid to hear myself.

If I let myself wish, they will fall to the ground

If I let myself think, I may break my own heart.

I can’t echo another sadness.

*****

Silence,

Sigh.

The distant desert, my space is just as barren.

I’m walking these sandy shores, looking for something,

a fruit.

Whoever found food in the desert?

*****

Silence,

Sigh.

The lines have fallen on me in pleasant places.

Isn’t that what we all wish for?

No, I didn’t bring myself this far to round in circles.

Looks like the lines didn’t fall; only pieces of my breaking heart.

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