I could no longer see the Sun,
like every day was an Eclipse day.
And nights were pitch black
void of the moon and the stars.
The earth sucked
me in little by little,
and flapping my legs
were in vain,
It was a quicksand!
A branch pulled me out,
Like an olive branch
that stopped wars
It ended the wars
I had with myself.
Gratitude it was!
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