We rotate in a circle,
watching how the absences alternate
in a time of dust
with the face of a new existence.

The hours stretch
in days, in months and in years,
hope wanders like a ghost
inside a house in ruins.
And we are calm and silent
locked in selfishness.

We left intact from the hiding place of cowardice
like a warrior stripped of his courage.

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