So Sad
It is cheerless not to notice
anything from you ... O lost ship
between instincts and confines ...
It's dismal not to realize
to where you disappeared ...
O fallen leaf of the cold afternoon
in the biggest storm
of unloving ...
Doleful lose your presence...
... your countenance run away
in verbal actions, so thorough
of certainties ...
It is depressed not to visualize you,
nor find you on maps,
and have no prospects
to reach you ...
It is só sad to be aware of
this tremendous uncertainty ...!
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