There is no hope for improvement.
Surrounded by ignorance and disregard
Daily do I struggle to beat the hours…
A distant note lost in the room,
or the total silence
are a balm to me,
In such a magical way that
An idea of a smile is drawn on lips.
In its fugacity, all concerns are erased
And then, in the imperceptible gap,
Happiness is felt.
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