Where the thoughts meets the soul,
There's the answer, that makes you whole,
Where there lies truth, no doubts no fear
Where there's no proof that the world is real,
Where reality is no farther than dreams,
Where there's tears, flowing in streams,
Where gently the sunlight beams,
Where peace cleans what time won't heal....
Beyond all that I feel....
Where I'll live after my last breath...
Wearing forever, a mistic wreath,
To live in the land of the dead...
To live in the promised land....
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- Comment from author about the poem: 17.5.2025 We carry both, the prison and the key inside us ≛ This is sylva, im remaking my account!
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fact check, this is me
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