In the Backyard of Paradise

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You told me many stories
many of paradise
of love
flowers and of smiles
of wealth
and of plenty
of eyes
without tears
I see pieces of that
scattered
here and there
at times
near to my heart
sometimes many times
you also told me
stories
of the satan
of the dark abyss
whispering
scaring my ears
stories
of anger
of fear
drying lips
of wrinkled limbs
crying for mercy
screaming for freedom
unheard
a tale familiar
faintly to my eyes and ears
off and on
pieces of it
often I see
in the backyard
of the paradise
I dream to live
I live to dream