Being sad...
It is cold, and the hills are blue.
Your smile fades away
in the picture I looked at
so happily. My words fly
into emptiness, as well as
the tear, for which I do not know
whether it exists
while turning frozen.
And the air is cutting me, but
I do not feel the pain, for
I do not exist.
Poetry by Dejan
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Written on 2006-12-18 at 12:14
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Winter
It is cold, and the hills are blue.
Your smile fades away
in the picture I looked at
so happily. My words fly
into emptiness, as well as
the tear, for which I do not know
whether it exists
while turning frozen.
And the air is cutting me, but
I do not feel the pain, for
I do not exist.
Poetry by Dejan
Read 903 times
Written on 2006-12-18 at 12:14




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