holding your hand
is like holding the world;
something so fragile
that can end with the slightest of tremors,
the slightest of words.
there is a wish of peace
and of maintenance
but the murmurs of the world
don't make it an easy task.
i say, then, let's plug our ears
and, like odisseus,
resist the sirens' songs
and forget our deepest fears.
©rey_
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