I learn that human touch is like the torn of the rose
And words are just said to masked the feelings in a heart
That promises are made in the spirit of the moment
But will be blown away in the wind when the sun will awake
I learn to trust is only to get hurt by the shadow of reality
And hope is a way to believe in illusions
That getting close is a strange path towards rejection
……………….And with every hard blow….. I learn

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