I find solace in the fact that I never extended an invitation for you to witness the sea of leaves and the way they sway in the breeze, or to explore the forest and its secrets, including the fascinating world of mushrooms. I am grateful that I never asked you to recline beneath the palm tree and savor its refreshing aura, or revealed to you the intricate patterns of wild plants. Yet, what brings me even greater contentment is the knowledge that you never invited me to partake in these marvels. It seems that nothing else would grant me such satisfaction, for I fear that indulging in these pleasures with you would leave nothing behind for me, nothing that is solely mine. My heart has grown possessive and covetous, treasuring the abundance that is mine to keep. Alas, I have no intention of inviting anyone else to bask in these treasures, for they would only consume them voraciously until naught but bitter memories remain.
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From The Pages of My Soul
PoésieA second book of elevated railway of my emotions. Episodes I never knew I could write. Series I was afraid to dive in with words. This is a collection of poetry and prose originally written by my heart. Volume 2
