Please, don't paint your eyes with alive colours,
Please, the Voice says,
Don't put on the sparkle,
Don't make it precious,
Someone will see it,
Someone will grab it,
Someone will use it..
And then again, you'll be left with empty pockets...

One night.. the Voice was staring into the wide night sky and with a curious tone said to me:
" But, what's the point in keeping it all for yourself?"