There is an island we ignore.
Our thoughts are a huge place
Full of answers from war or peace.
What we know about them is nothing more,
Nothing less, than a drop of knowledge.
What we know is just a map to edge.
There are so many secrets inside.
Ourselves to discover,
Old and dangerous beliefs to cover.
Thoughts are the highest mountains,
Thoughts are the deepest fountains.
From demons and angels, we use to hide
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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