The mind is a city
As long as you live it grows
It's full of streets
There are the bright avenues which are what you want the whole city to look like
There are the parks where you sit down to think
There are the dark alleys where you can never feel safeThere are libraries full of your memories
There are museums and galleries that show your achievments
There are the trash filled dumpsters where you have lied down so many timesIt's okay
Try to clean up the messy places and make your city a place where you can be happy
A place you can call home
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ESTÁS LEYENDO
Moments in Between
PoesíaPoetry from my heart and soul given to you in the hope that you will enjoy it.