Someone is holding
me from behind,
To make my heart
inside, pure and kind,
For believing
people, to not get blind;
Refresh ourselves
however,
With free and open
mind…
After I looked
backward,
I saw a girl
standing, handling some wet mud,
Created a statue,
and burned hard;
She was smiling at
me
To get closed
herself forward…
The girl let me to
hold her,
Without any
reason, a wish as far;
I tried to move myself,
to her close and near,
And finally, I
succeeded to touch her,
WITHOUT ANY FEAR…
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