“And I badly want for my face to be gently held,
by gentle palms, while gentle breeze touch the strands
of my hair.
All I want to feel is gentleness,
for I have been fighting so hard in a war for some years now.
A war against my own demons.”
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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PoesíaSometimes, when things seem to fall down, and when we can't see anyone around to help us pick the fallen pieces up, we tend to do it by ourselves in silence. But I don't want for us to stay living with that mindset, because I still believe that help...
