I passed by and you did not even see me. I looked into your eyes and smiled and I did not have an answer. I approached you and you moved back. I spoke to you about love, friendship and peace and you did not answer.
I brought you a flower of pretty colors, put it into your hands and it withered right away.What can I do for you? When I offer you light, your answer is darkness.
At the end, finally, I feel pity. I will always be the present life but you are the absent life, who in truth does not have life. You are the most feared darkness called Indifference.
I brought you a flower of pretty colors, put it into your hands and it withered right away.What can I do for you? When I offer you light, your answer is darkness.
At the end, finally, I feel pity. I will always be the present life but you are the absent life, who in truth does not have life. You are the most feared darkness called Indifference.
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