Is it pure reality or fantasy what she
see?
Is what she feels hidden behind something or is it just a figment of the mind?
the hidden cards have been discovered in time and yet something escapes her without observing the details.
Maybe she wasn't very careful, tired of observing the reality of things.
Yet she finds herself surrounded by a world in full swing and remains carefree in silence in front of the people who pass by and observe.
Meanwhile, the voice that slowly learns the truth remains hidden and tells it hoping someone will listen
and yet no one really interested apart from those few.
Search without finding anything but bitter disappointments and slowly gives in destroyed by pain.
Again in silence as well as her voice.
Is this reality or is it just imagination?
Consideration:
This poem connects to a part of the beginning as a path that closes and remarks what is said in a different way and style !!
