The ashes of my trust goes to the people who has been burned by the fire of rage.
The ashes of my sympathy goes out to the people who has yearn for pity stares all their life.
The light of my laughter shall be given to the life of the pure youth.
The remaining of my anger should be revolved by the people of truth.
I would rather stay in the warmth of your heart rather than the fresh air of freedom.
I shall go to a place where i remain safe.
Save a fire, light a candle,
The flame would never burn my existence.
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PoesíaYour life is a line, And you put those line In the form of words. And you express your life, With the line you wrote Written by a sinful hand But an innocent eye. Thoughts of a butterfly, Written with the language Of the lion Poems are mine except...
