Lost in the maze of illusions and dead-end alleys.
we stretch out our hands as blindfolded eyes.

Feeling touching we keep bumping into the same walls
not knowing that the blindfold is within ourselves.

On a day, when the knot unties,
staying foot behind a thorn bush,
we blink and we see
that there are no walls …

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