The Gone Man
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Pieces of wind
are falling down
on this sunny day.
It doesn’t matter
if the light is getting cold.
You are by my side.
The gone man
is passing by,
searching for his mouth.
He was a dreamer
but then he realized,
the world was an empty place.
Don’t look him in the eyes.
Give me your hand,
let’s stare at the light of the moon instead,
let him be.
He just woke up
from his sad dream,
he realized the world was an empty place
The gone man is sitting down.
Where are his hands?
He lost them a long time ago
in his life search for friends.
He was a dreamer
but then he realized,
the world was an empty place.
Photograph by Eneas De Troya
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