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,
the promise of a better future.
I cross the bridge,
leaving the shadows behind,
feeling the pain of the present,
but with the hope of a promising tomorrow.
For I am the dreamer of my own destiny,
and I will dream a luminous future
that illuminates my path,
with no shadow but that of the olive tree.
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