Echoes from a sad soul - Vol 3

 

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A shoulder to cry on

It's evening around

And I mingle with people

In the desert streets

I want to laugh

I want to cry

I fear returning back home

to draw up

the balance of my solitude,

afraid of losing  the force to carry on!

 Neglected and scoffed heart

storming soul

watching a large dark horizon, 

away, endlessly,

and strongly pulsing

whom do I live for?

I wish at least I had

A shoulder to cry on.

Cagliari, 04.07.1977