She has been thinking
How to deal with the shadows
Forced by a time unparalleled
There are many fissures
Protruding in her conscience
To lay low or to fight back
To find a bit of light
In that tunnel where her mind rests
The days are converging
Into colors and shades of
Blacks, blues, and every shades
Which darkness can embrace
Her eyes do not see anymore
The seasons of bright colors
There is too much of darkness
Around her heart and the soul
Is immersed in a whirlpool of thoughts.
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