Romantic friend

Come and see me in your ratio
where winners and losers
compete for the last honor

nothing is what it used to be
the old lady caresses her cat
and rain mop the streets

there has been an illusion
who looked like a dream
but real dreams live longer

a naked soul needs no clothes
skin dies during dying
no protection against poverty

no umbrella against discrimination
when we are alone we will create
love has no weapons to defuse

come to me in the void of your backyard
where nuclear weapons warn people
that the end of time is really near

because in my dream your echo
is silent, my heart fails to talk
I can see the sadness in your eyes

too late now,

your sad face keeps sleeping.

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