Our mind is a ruined castle, with its lost towers.
Madness whispers from the cracks, and truth spills from the walls.
Our thoughts, echoes of storm, stir and rebel.
And destiny moves like the mouse inside the heart.
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#43. OLIVE TREE
In the labyrinth of my mind, darkness and light intermingle. The past is a shadow, the present a battle. But on the horizon shines a light...
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The gloom of the room clamors more loudly for its place, And the din of silence creates a disturbing decor, The scent of dreams becomes to... -
Our mind is a ruined castle, with its lost towers. Madness whispers from the cracks, and truth spills from the walls. Our thoughts, echoes o...
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