Aqnublia
the absence of colors forms white
like the fog on the empty street
it allows you to see only the outline of buildings
blurred trees and nothing else
I often strain my eyes to find
what could save me
but near the abyss is also a precipice
and the steps are confused
in the mist that equalizes all paths
until they become fall and delirium
I never did the best I could
and I don't even know how I got here
but after all what was so important in this life
that I didn't even notice?
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