My memory, a sad shadow dwelling in your Gehenna,
Slips into drowsiness.
Life, a gift borrowed again and again,
That is never enough. Not for you.
The present, a song out of tune,
A sad melody,
A feeling of absence,
A heart ignored.
You.
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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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My moon, a blinding crystal-eyed gaze, Its rays reflect the ominous scene, Time, a perfidious enigma, advances silent and crestfallen, And... -
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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