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Sometimes, for fear of what already was,
we close the door, without seeing behind it,
a sincere heart, a waiting hand,
whispers of hope, sweet as a "te".
Dark memories, scars of the soul,
make us elusive, fill us with calm,
but fear is a thief, stealing the instant,
where a new affection could be constant.
Not all people are shadows of yesterday,
there are those who bring light, a dawn.
Looks that warm, sincere smiles,
that break down walls and old barriers.