Ethereal : an epic love
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Última publicación mar, mar 19, 2024
"The universe asked me, why am I so optimistic?"
If we weren't troubled by life, a brutal yacht,
I am not so sure, we would've been blessed by art.
If we weren't heart broken, just floating in comfort zones, we wouldn't birth this craft.
And if we weren't like this, we wouldn't find comfort in the tales of a broken heart.
Wouldn't that be a greater pain ?
If all the artists, poets and lunatics would be considered sane?
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