Is There Anyone?

Is there anyone in the foreign land

To caress the pessimistic body of the journey?

Is there anyone to weave hair of the distance and

Sweep up this journey’s unending stories?

Is there anyone to tell me again of the confusion of your eyes

Without censoring the dying of your gaze?

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