With the bitterness of some mates,
the sun began to warm when
afternoon slowly disappeared.
But death always struck me solitude.
was like ships and carried away
my eyes, my hope and laughter.
This happened long ago.
when the wind was dressed in gray to shudder. Today
loneliness is my friend, I need to consider
broken fragments of my story, to heal my mind.
Nothing can take away what I love,
've learned to look at the landscape
that is my soul.
Loneliness who knows how to take advantage of fears.
and knows how to keep secrets in his silence.
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