Deep into the night, I find old pieces of myself.
From the dark days; Back when I needed help.
Full of dust and full colors, I revisit my past through an old wooden door .
Picture and memories when I still cried at night ,
Back to the night’s where I would always lose my fights.
But poetry saved me.
I wrote it all down and I exploded with ecstasy. Now I’m rising and my pieces are flying back to me.
From salty tears and melancholy words, to radiant eyes and harmonious poetry.
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