Marcus Nalgaber Posted April 18, 2023 Share Posted April 18, 2023 Everything happens inside, slowly, without haste... do we realize it? I refuse sadness and I look for the door to the other side but pain is a key that everything hidden It opens Sadness made of acts that move in memories putting in my retina a myriad of pale colors with the taste of salt And despite my smile that becomes independent staying on my lips with the pride of madness everything happens inside slowly without haste Sadness made of acts that move in memories putting in my retina a myriad of pale colors with the taste of salt Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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