poems back artist cataloque
I cried aloud,
And listened to thousand voices
Of ostentatious echo murmur.
But why...
Who also possesses a "me".
And now it's a long
Or probably a short time
That there's no one like you
And there's no one like me -
We lost ourselves in search for each other.
And even birds are motionless
When listening to our breathing.
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