unless you look through the mirror of your heart
you will not face thy
but illusions you invent
by the wound of your past
and lies, that surround you from all part,
will never heal your curiosity
which conquer a new unreached sky
with soft and tender eye
truth will never reveals without doubts
truth is definite between thoughts.
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