The way you speak to yourself matters
Every end is a beginning and midnight is just the same
What if I fall? Oh, my dear… But what if you fly?
bad dream
gravity is always optional
when everything hurts
The summer is gone
only red flowers all around
Music is the translation of my soul.
emptiness
I see you
cleaning of the soul
Waiting
Hope
Sunny vibes
a form of meditation
Growing despite all the difficulties
nor today …
Aniɣu 
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