Wealth
The luck from my banished dreams more ingenuous,
mingled with terrors so common
for those who had sought just the domain
of their own emotions and nothing else.
Drying has always been this nascent
spreading an aridity soil and the dreams
come together, sea and moons, much diversity and empty.
Where I could believe in solution,
disbelief turned into the opaque transparency and outside,
a lonely soul, seeking solidarity that could never find...
mloures
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