Portraits of sadness when I passed down,
Halls of agony, grumping through the town;
Climbing the tower to see the northern light,
It was the birth of unknown, mystical and bright
But it was never saving me from insanity
From the looks of it, it was love from anxiety- saliente
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Mi Reconfortante Silencio
PoetryAn anthology of poetry and love letters to my dearest.