Darkness surrounded and silence is contagious,
Indulgent his shoulder with burden of unspoken words,
Holding his soul in hands, Craving for breath,
The moments was no more filled with violence and hate
Moon light was swallowed by an unholy force
He embodied himself on a red mold,not on a bed of roses,
Suddenly whisper wakes him up with a lively song,
His looked upward with a joy and glance,
Thinking of that it is his turn,
He sat on wings of his angle and
Flew away in the blue clouds where nothing hurts
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