The prisoner awaits
the imminent end ..
Look out the window,
the moments of freedom,
see the dove fly
white and white.
The prisoner observes,
to separate the vacuum,
the moment of forgiveness that he wants to give.
Remains close to life,
Now, look at the decline of the sun will not rise ...
The prisoner,
counts steps,
for what they see,
as atonement for a sin.
The prisoner,
lives.
The prisoner,
decides,
is to put an end ..
He is now released ...
forgiving
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