El Dorado 1

I am scarred by this,
the world I live in,
as everybody else is.
The fragility of recent
illusions and hopes,
the laughter and fear
of going out every day,
not knowing how
the day will turn up.

The walls and horizons
of my own “El Dorado”.

Roundnes of words

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