Take a piece of paper,
Write on it all your toughts...
This,will be the first page of a gentle journal
Where the light and dark,
The good and bad ,will meet.
It is about you
The way you are...
It's the mirror of your own soul
The garden of your flowers.
You may hide after the Sun
Or even the Moon...
You may love the Earth
And hate the night...
But in this game of words
It's not allow to die.
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