escaped the morning.
Hope
a bright new day is reborn.
However, that light
of immense chandelier,
announces rain.
When the sun rises, in his day
eternal awakening
dreams give us the good morning.
We open the door facing the road of life.
journeyed where few ever known
on the sidewalk.
Others want to leave.
dare to do despite his addictions.
When the end of the road on the horizon
,
is the time to look
what we have in the panniers,
do not collect,
and if it was worth living.
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