Nice to meet you,
stranger in the mirror,
The coronary heart’s
a wasteland
fringed through
remote mountains.
Look!
The wanderer
has lost his way!
See
where your
restlessness
has taken you!
You,
who might now
not settle
for your home!
Not even
one cloud
floats throughout
to color you.
At night
you can not share
the exquisite stars.
Time moves
so slowly
you can scarcely
bear it.
Yet you
would prefer
to feel pain!
*****
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Wow! Great poem!