Heart

Like an illness

The shock strikes the body,

Heavy wind currents

Flow inside the caves.

I watch my past in despair

And the rhythm in my veins

With tears in my eyes.

Am I going to dream?

Only the sages can tell

If the master of me

Is going faster than his thought. 

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