Listen the hour.
You'll see that she's talking to you.
You'll understand time.
Then life.
Listen the sky
Nothing is perfect.
But life. Now you found out
The infinity.
Listen the earth
That is intensely breathing death
And through your hair is breezing gently
The wind.
21 november 2008
ROXANA IACINTA BOGDAN
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asta trezeste nostalgii.8-> :X nu prea gasesc cuvinte sa o descriu. e pur si simplu...speciala.
ReplyDeleteminunat. o adevarata poeta. poezia asta e ca tine. te reprezinta...asa. ma duc sa caut una care sa ma reprezinte si pe mine:P
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