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Sonet 173

I do not have more than I've wrote in me

I do not have more than I've wrote in me
With purple ink and from my soul a gift
Of golden words and gentle deeds will be
Enough today for losses that you grieved.
Don't beg for more, 'cause I'm renouncing all
And I am asking nothing in return;
All mighty pride and glory like a thrall
And all the comfort and the wit I've earn.
But in the end, if love will flourish white

imaginea utilizatorului em ce patrat

a consequence

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dine with me tonight said the dark angel
fear not for yours is the wisdom
let me taste sadness from this plate in front of you
and drink from thy glass of sorrow
(have you seen the mortals laughing
so grotesque in their so called happiness?)
sadness only brings beauty
yes we are bound for eternity
me as a guardian of your soul
you as keeper of my visions
fair enough dare i say

imaginea utilizatorului Aranca

tant qu’il y aura des ailes

enfin je connais
la face cachée de la seconde
tandis que j’étais derrière lui
quand j’ai connu la perte d'un proche
tandis qu’il y a une autre guerre
vouloir - être - ensemble

ni haine ni pardon entre nous
jamais la banalisation du mal
seulement
le temps et ses ailes

la mémoire des témoins au-dessous des dunes de sable avant l’aube

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