Thanks for reading this poem
to keep alive these words
to do that again
from becoming part of another.
Sharing feelings
through simple strokes
in black
on white paper.
But the color is not important,
what matters is the echo
single letter in the innermost,
of your being that is now free
for these moments.
Free, because you do not think anything,
no chains that hold your soul
vague for now
the ethereal world of words.
Free Soul, vibrant heart,
spirit that dream again tomorrow,
began this poem thanking you,
and in his twilight says,
stay with me
the beauty that awaits you
when you finish reading
these lyrics.
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