Category : Poems

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I go through the night...
 As the night passes
 Through the day - fast,
Without anyone noticing this exchange of fear
 With sadness and happiness in return. 

 Being the first has been said many times, 
I am not in competition.
 I do not know how to get there,
 There are many who fight to get
 To the first position.  

I was a thought, but I disappeared,
 I was a smile, but I became a sad tear.
I was optimistic until I understood
 The value of time and solitude.

  I go through my life like a ghost
 Passing through walls,
 Becoming invisible to the rest of the world, 
Then, disappear into the fog and dust.