Category : Poems

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The past is like a mirror, 
Sometimes I avoid looking at it. 

 I see wounds that I can't heal;
An incomplete puzzle since 
I didn't take back everything I gave;
From everything that makes up
 My breath, my desires...

My eyes need rest, 
I can't look at myself with eyes open.

Silence, it's an inner state that calms 
The waves that come through my life
 And makes my heartbeat dizzy 'till exhaustion; Sometimes it breaks me.