Looking at the sky
All so peaceful and colorful
Made me realize that
No matter what
It will be the same
Even though we tried to change
All those colours that with our eyes we witnessed
Through all our journey in life.
Our difficult and hard journey
Our difficult and hard life
That ripped us apart
That made us weak
But not weak enough to give up
On this colorful sky.
The blue for my eyes
My eyes that witnessed the life
The black for my darkness
That one that destroyed me
The pink for my happiness
That brought me back
And the white for my soul
My soul didn't allow me to abandon
This peaceful and colorful sky.
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Bianca Bujor
'Los que combaten contra monstruos deben cuidarse de no convertirse en uno'
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