I am made of scraps,
bits and pieces of other people's lives.
Colours that I sew in my soul
sewing, some of them very good.
Not all of them are happy
nor always of great beauty.
But those scraps, you say,
make me be with fortitude.
With each chance encounter
I become more complete.
A snippet, a life, a cry,
forming my restless soul.
This is how life is made,
from scraps of other people.
There will always be
new burning shreds.
We will never be finite,
the soul keeps on growing.
Adding up those colourful
patches that keep on coming.
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