I lost my soul
In my way to success door
The say my free soul
Will pull me down
And I will never see a bright dawn
I lost my music
Music that saves my soul
It's all gone from my phone
I don't have a rhythm to dance on
I just breathe in and breathe out
Counting the weeks the days and the hours
But my poems won't end in gloom
I will wait
Wait till summer will arrive
And I can get back my freedom and my rhyme
Now when I'm sad
I just breath and trying not to get mad
Black and white
That's the color of my days
But I'm hopeful
And I will be
OK!

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Beyond The World.
PoesíaBeyond the noise of the world there's a stairway leading to the basement of a fantastic world.