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RE: The image is made of own imagination and thoughts
Hi @xpilar, I think I came late to participate, for this picture I do not have story. But I just write a verse for participate this time, and I hopefully you like it.
paper cubes sound where am I now?
The night that claws, pierces my heart, where do I go?
paper cubes sound, who am I?
dad I do not have, mother did not have, anybody I do not have ...
the night that gripped my heart, where did I complain?
My eyes closed
My heart crying
Looking forward to you
The night passed
Never smile
Delivering my sleep
paper cubes give me a story ...
Thank you for your words, nice poem @catellya
You are welcome @xpilar!