(A post shared from Iulia Halatz, Blog de companie)
Whatever I consider important
The trees don’t care.
Wherever I shed my tears
The flowers don’t know.
Some days have the glitter of butterflies’ wings
Some glint like the fires of Mordor.
Some have the clear shine of truth
Some the warmth of
a broken heart
And became Art.
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