There’s a place I knew once, A place where I cried, A place where I laughed, A place where I mourned. It had simple walls, And many windows. Laughter filled the rooms, The sounds of life, The sounds of light. This was the place I learned to be, It was my home. By Zeinswords



I remembered the letter you sent to me You called me an actor,  the sun that hides under its bedsheets I stretch out my three arms Towards the sparrow, the raven and the hummingbird Don’t they love me so? I wore my favorite mask, a transparent one. Why do they love me so? Before the …

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