even when it ended
it stood firmly and
believed in the fate of disguise .
summoning all the wrong words of affirmation
the blessed seeds of my pride.
a new life , will it begin?
Or the shadows will hide it and curse .
again the loop of growth turns into humus,
will it be able to survive?
the surplus of things could harm the authenticity, the right amount will flourish the tomorrow.
And that day when its conviction making all those miseries a pleasant past,
it accepts the end and finds the elegance  in collision.
Thus,
even when it ended
it stood firmly and
believed in the fate of disguise.