Infinte Spring
In these times, where darkness seems to surround us everywhere, it is always good to try to contribute, bringing a little light to the world through words.
Hope is an infinite spring, which does not dry up so easily.
A miracle that appears in your life when you least expect it, drying all the tears you have shed in the darkness of your room.
It appears when you least expect it and fills your whole being with light.
There is no need to shed tears.
There’s no need to hurt yourself anymore.
The sky reopens around your eyes.
Don’t lose faith, beautiful boy.
The dark night, which seemed ready to devour every space of your being, will soon be over.
You will have time to gradually close those wounds.
The birds will sing you the most beautiful song.
You know what I’m telling you is true.
Hope is an infinite spring, which does not dry up so easily.
Don’t feel sorry for your wounds, show them with pride.
You are more than those who tried to harm you with words full of hate.
A small rose rises from the mud. The sun shines on her.
Who knows how much pain she carries?
Who knows how long she’s been hiding?
And in the end, it doesn’t matter. She shined again.
The heart feels alive again.
Hope is an infinite spring, which does not dry up so easily.
A miracle that appears in your life when you least expect it, drying all the tears you have shed in the darkness of your room.
Stars dance around you, can’t you see them?
The entire universe is conspiring in your favor.
Sweet caress that heals the heart.
Nobody is laughing at you, my broken heart,
Rejoice yourself in your braveness.
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