I walk in silence, no one knows my name, and I keep with me only a handful of dreams.
I possess no riches,
nor any brilliance to show you;
I only bring words born of the soul, verses that bow before your light.
Nothing belongs to me,
and in my bareness I find certainty:
the little that I am
belongs to you entirely.
ig: enenzoc
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