Dreams
Dreams are born and made from dust and heavy clouds, where life should not prevail, but instead, against all odds, it does. Just like, just like the stars.
Death is
Death, is always a day tragedy. It doesn't matter how old you are, how beautiful you are, how young you are. When a life is so curtailed, when tomorrow is right there, almost without noticing it and without feeling, that's how it goes, never to return.
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