To you that grow up
among hostile and insensible people
I give a vase as a present
to collect the tears.
To you that walk
on boiling sands
I give the strength
not to hurt the feet.
To you that suffer
hiding wishes
I give the silence
to keep the dreams.
To you that speak
and no one understands
I give a kiss
to see you smile.
To you that fight
not to die of love
I give the life
to never surrender.
9.12.'14
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