19/01/2018
Please, tap gently on
my shoulders,
We are still at the
beginning!
In the past, I used to
fail,
And you scorned me!
Tried to escape their
questions,
Not for the fear of
facing them,
But because I didn’t feel
them!
In the forest…
If a tree died,
Is there someone to
mourn it?
Yet, it is standing,
still.
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