I already lost the strength to write to sadness and hopelessness
of a world and a life
that I think I never understand.
I am afraid of my hands.
Of the first words
which I write down and instantly delete.
I'm tired of starting there.
I write them down and delete them.
But I must admit
they are the first inspirational boost
to reach the most beautiful flowers of a tree that cries wise.
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