And we grow along with it
inside
in the deep
where no
is seen
hidden
sometimes
transparent

time passes
you still keep it
inside and
maybe
you show some pieces

At some point
another being arrives
and some may lose
part of that
and we don't notice it

Does anyone keep a
piece
and we don't notice it

There will be some who have it
intact
strong against the wind
soft against fire
without voice or screams

Sometimes add some light
it's good
some music, poetry
some fuel
that keeps us alive

I don't know,
but at the end of the day
We'll see each other in the...