It hurts
Sometimes
To cut the ties
With what you love
Because
Your own sanity
Is at play
It hurts
Like when a bird
Opens the. Cage
And flyes away
And yet
Opening those wings
Feels like freedom
And peace.
But still hurts...
A Second Chance
365 days we go, Round and around The brighten sun And we end at the exact Same point we were In the past year... But the canvas Is once ag...
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I wish that your mornings Be bright, with clear skies That you walk in good paths And that you might have Many reasons to smile I wish that...
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son dos ventanas al cielo negro de tu alma...!
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Hence with each cloud that passes by Pass as well my life Playful little white Puffy bright running In a spring like sky...
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