In the gloomy lagoon of our eyes, a crescent moon shines.
The rivers of the soul overflow, and their showers of sorrow water the mind.
And the sea, where we sail, is a well of despair,
and our search for meaning is a bell that rings at the end.
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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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