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Ve víru vlastních myšlenek nachází Hanka krásu v chaosu a sílu v hurikánu svého bytí.
Hurricane
With closed eyes I see darkness,
but my mind turns on its sharpness.
I can see clearly the mess in my brain,
now I know who is there to blame.
In the eye of the hurricane I stand tall,
watching my memories before I fall.
Seeing all my possessions spinning,
every photo, every glimpse of winning.
In the silence, I hear whispers call,
Echoes of laughter, shadows that enthrall.
Yet in this storm, I can find my way,
sorely draining the light from the gray.
As the cyclone rages, I search for peace,
in the heart of the storm, I long for release.
Pieces of dreams swirl like leaves in the wind,
each one a story of where I’ve been.
With each moment, I learn to embrace,
the beauty in chaos, the strength in this space.
Though shadows may linger, and doubts may arise,
I’ll rise from the ashes, with fire in my eyes.
A jak zachytila tuto bouři myšlenek Anička?
