Being in a stolen dream, somewhere in the nowhere,
staring to an image in an empty ocean,
looking for something hidden under the cushion,
waiting to hear for something, for an emotion.
Wanting a feeling that you forgot to feel,
hoping for a good word to hear,
remembering a quarrel and the heart howled,
begging in prayer for God to be near.
In pity to forget this strong anxiety,
withering to stop this everyday plague,
raising your hand hitting her not the society,
to the others yet, you are a saint.
Understanding that the devil knows it very well,
that love is the strongest light,
can fight even the strongest spell,
curing in the end the deepest blight.
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Ina Zeneli
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What a powerful message Such a beautiful story