I am sitting in a corner
to heal the wounds of each dawn.
In solitude,
where witchcraft and magic
have no access,
I choose autumn
to see y spirits fall and to pay the price
of mutism.
In the depths of the sad soul
a company awaits
to undo what has been done
and release power.
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When I close my door
PoetryI dedicate this work to all the friends who are left in the heart. To all those who love me. In When I close my door, a social interest and a renunciation for the sake of communication is explicit, the subject destroys his exterior, recomposes himse...
