Multitude
Cristal drops running down,
faith is struggling.
Breaking canvas,
colors get lost around
deformed rainbow fights and stands.
Agony,
hope
The soul is shrinking,
the fingers are trembling
part of life,
alive cells, breath, hopes, thoughts.
Bring together all senses,
built together
the longest trip,
crying
tears not wasted,
watering the soil
roots are growing
plants are raising
new beginning is born.
Within all beliefs,
within all religions
all gets to an end.
What are you at the end,
a seed or just a shadow?
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There’s a quiet intensity to this piece that makes it unforgettable. It’s the kind of writing that lingers in your mind long after you’ve put the book down or closed the screen. Every line seems to carry with it an echo — a subtle reverberation that invites further reflection, and that’s a quality not easily found in modern writing.