AN EVENING SO CRIMSON...
Don't ask me whom I am befriends with these days
It's as if I've got all the thirst out of lakes.
An evening I had once so crimson, so red
Eversince my evenings are so desolate.
No use of the showers, now pouring now not
To heat oh the summer it rather does raise.
Strange is the piece of a cloudess, O sky
It lets you nor open and neither it rains.
O poet, who opens the way to your heart?
Who treads in and something from within creates.
( a new piece, sincere remarks awaited.)
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the brightest future will
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Mostly, one can't go on successfully in life
until we let go of our past mistakes,
failures and heartaches.
It is realy beautiful, i feel it from the core of my heart...
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