Half-opened mind-

With eyes half-closed-

Learns how to reason echoes-

Scratching them out-

In its lonely corner-

On the wall–


Half-broken heart- it is half-full-

With magic patchworks of my soul-

That learns how to crawl-

Through rain-

Through storm–


It hides half-broken wings-

With only question that is numb:

Why’s life so cunning-

That in suffering we rise?

But why in LOVE we fall?



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