Hopeless he stands
in front of heavy stones.
Feeling the upcoming storm
deep
in his broken bones.
“Emotional immigrant
and homeless “,
he always declared.
Ages have passed,
since
someone cared.
At last he has found
a co-funded tenderness.
But after all that
he has lost his eagerness…
Again he declared:
“Nothing to desire”.
“You can’t put
already burnt wood (wound)
back to fire”…
PF
