Opened the door and so my mind
"What is there?"
"Just a mirror and some furniture.
Oh, sorry, nothing yet."
I closed my eyes, and suddenly the room was full
Of memories that I didn't even remember.
Then, a soft voice spoke to me:
"You really like being here, don't you?"
I nodded. A different world, but also the same
With no people, just a thought of them.
How to express the feelings when the words are in vain?
Where to look when everything is dark?
What to hear if it is nothing to make noise?
Or maybe there is a solution: silence.
It is special like the shine of the moon on a black sky.
"I want to stay here",but then the sun was up and along with it so the reality.
Maybe the sunrise is just the sunset seen from behind.
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Andreea Oprea
Hello, it is so nice that I discovered this platform. I love writing since I was little and always had a lot of ideas of stories and poems. I hope that my experiences and creativity will touch your heart!
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