Temperance 📵
Women with their temperance
They have taken away the Absinthe from my throat
When I cherished me in the bitter hours
Trying to refer me to hope
Small castles crumbled in the sand
Driven by the waves of a treacherous sea
There were still dreams to be dreamed
There were still sweet moments to be lived
That I might have had over a lifetime
Even with debris and wounds
I would live every moment
Like a bird that flies to the horizon
It would reach the firmament
Even knowing that the horizon has no end
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