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[moonp0et]

mergea pur și simplu

prin iarba uda,atinsa

violent de ploaia

tomnatica tocmai

plecata, şi se simțea

liberă

aerul rece și proaspăt ce

îi strāpungea narile ii

umflau pieptul, şi după

momente de linişte unde

bucuria singurătătii se

îmbina cu tristetea

, inchise ochi.

pana şi cerul gri, de

culoarea ochilor lui, se

desfãcea uşor din pacla

cenusie iar copacii

falnici parca îşi

indrepatau spinările

atunci când ea a expirat

aerul ce se îneca in

pacura plamanilor

[moonp0et]

razele soarelui de bronz

strapungeau precum

sulitele norii cei pufoşi

şi albi ce decorau cerul

lapisului lazuli.

iar atunci când tu m-a

strângeai in interiorul

bratelor tale

puternice, m-a simteam

in siguranța și ştiam

sigur ca nu-mi vei da

drumul, ca nu voi cădea

in ceata albă a norilor

[moonp0et]

mergea pur și simplu

prin iarba uda,atinsa

violent de ploaia

tomnatica tocmai

plecata, şi se simțea

liberă

aerul rece și proaspăt ce

îi strāpungea narile ii

umflau pieptul, şi după

momente de linişte unde

bucuria singurătătii se

îmbina cu tristetea

, inchise ochi.

pana şi cerul gri, de

culoarea ochilor lui, se

desfãcea uşor din pacla

cenusie iar copacii

falnici parca îşi

indrepatau spinările

atunci când ea a expirat

aerul ce se îneca in

pacura plamanilor

[moonp0et]

Andrei Tarkovsky In Tarkovsky’s last diary entry (15 December 1986), he wrote: ‘But now I have no strength left - that is the problem’.

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love has always been a dark abyss where only dreams shattered like a mirror, shone and blinked reminding me that she still exists. that euphoric love that made my heart blossom, thousands and thousands of flowers made from sadness, longing, lying and the hope. only they were colored in a gray and monotonous life, which scared me to the point where it terrified me to talk about my boring life

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the moments when I was writing were the hardest. my true sufferings and pains came to the surface and erupted from my soul like a volcano, spreading on the sheet incessant cries for help and thoughts full of fog and darkness. the ocean of my heart, full of bitter tears, always and forever filled with poetry.

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C:victormalonso

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the paradise for me is you.you in your black leather jacket and in your checkered shirt,black skinny jeans.you’re my dark paradise.my little pierce of heaven,with long light brown hair and brown eyes,just like the Bark of trees.my Little love ❦

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i was looking for you in any man I knew, and I couldn't find you.i couldn't find your masculine perfume,that hard scents, that emanated power.i couldn't find the smile that made my heart pump blood faster. I couldn't find your height that made me to feel protected.i couldn't find your long, blond and fine hair.i couldn't find your kindness or the voice with which you sang love songs.i couldn't find anything, that's why I fell prey to our unspoken love, to our unquenchable love ,to our Jack&Rose love.

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hoping this is a good app for Little sad poets like me