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Lost. The feeling of wandering without belonging.
I feel like a ghost. My body hollow.
Where have you gone, my soul-mate? You were my anchor. My breath of life.
Now the trees seem old and dying, the sun cold. And I, I have become nothing without you to hold.
My heart does not beat and my eyes only stare into the void.
I can only wait for life to leave me, resigned.
Like the autumn-flowers wait for the frost.


A van de Aa said…
Mooi schrijven, (misschien omdat omdat het ergens herkenbaar is....) wat verloren is kan (weer) gevonden worden....

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