We are not inherently bad,
nor were we born good,
we are a bird in the middle of the wind,
a sponge that drinks time.
We absorb the shadow and the light,
the wound and the caress,
the hatred that wounds,
and the love that softens.
This is how we learn to fly,
with wings stained with history,
carrying on our skin what we were,
and in our soul... what we choose to be.
No somos malos por naturaleza,
tampoco nacimos buenos,
Somos un ave en medio del viento,
Una esponja que bebe el tiempo.
Absorbemos la sombra y la luz,
La herida y la acaricia,
el odio que hiere,
y el amor que suaviza
. Así aprendemos a volar,
con alas manchadas de historia,
llevando en la piel lo que fuimos,
Y en el alma... lo que elegimos ser.
𝑪𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈¿¿
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against_the_world
WoW, pretty poem!
Thank you so much Jsjs :3
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