Beyond the Horizon

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I sit looking at the horizon. Life seems like time is like something static, that it's there, what makes us stay, but it's time that doesn't make the words of love and the spirit that shine through that horizon last as long.

From the horizon, we draw our entire life, fable, verses that distance reality, from the words written in the sky of dreams, like a hiding place of passion and tears.

Where is that loneliness that disappears from the horizon, like the spirit of life, like the water that nourishes the hidden gardens in dreams so that Nadia can approach it, like a chain that binds a heart of thorns with the strength of hope.