This notebook, empty,
what shall be written in it?
It is waiting for the words of my pain,
the life to come without my dear one,
the record of a wanderer without a home.
So many pages and each
a day of loneliness.
How long can this go on?
After this book is filled
there will be another, and another,
the story of my ruined life.
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