I disappear, I dis-appear
From the moment of lightness I drink.
I can explode from the love I bear,
But also, I fade — I think.
I stay between two polar worlds,
Counting joy and madness.
I believe in God, and I lose my soul,
Playing with peace and sadness.
I don’t think I can return
From the journey that life has prepared.
I need to look, and I need to go —
To the end of this beautiful sentence.
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