If all the mistakes of past may be corrected !
hatred those friends without reason,
never touch those willing hands for a moment,
or on that evening of falling leaves, never tried to
know the urge of those eyes,

Or on my youth, cut so many green plants with
my brutal sticks when walking, tear so many
weak wings of butterflies…so many buds..

Today I apologies to those mistakes.
Forgive me if you can.

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