Niza Niza Souza
In the silence of the mind there is a closed room, where the wind enters, but the sound remains guarded. There are light footsteps that no one can hear, and shadows that appear without ever leaving. My thought is a bridge, an abyss, a veil, a star hidden beneath the blue of the sky. It is an ancient code that time cannot decipher, a question that throbs, but never ends. Sometimes it is a storm that roars without fear, sometimes, only mist kissing the secret. It is a labyrinth where I myself
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