unbroken solitude


In an unbroken solitude, thoughts appear from nowhere. They frighten me. And, lost in the night, my thirst, my desire for water awakened me. Oh love, dreaming of your tale has exhausted me. I have no hate left for anyone; my soul is confused. I believe in no one now. I’ve become the son of gazelles, who grew up in the meanderings of the desert.

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