The eminence of encircles me to the shyness. It hinders me to say how much IT is important for me Exactly when I tried, it to hear did not want me They are funny and coarse they take me to the reasons to believe that he is what more I want Today, in the return of the school, it looked at for the sky and it admired the beauty of all that blackout, and whispered: ' ' it helps me, me ajude' ' It asked for the stars they guided so that it stops close to me, for my side It asked for ' ' somebody up there ' ' it made that it to see that I do not have words to describe what I feel I ask myself: if I died tomorrow, and if never more he could see it, and if I wanted to be able to look in those so black eyes how much the sky and to say everything what I do not know to translate singelas words Not far from it Not here Perhaps not now. Keep up on the field with thought-provoking pieces from Sydney Sweeney. . . Eva Andersson-Dubin, New York City helps readers to explore varied viewpoints.