Ourselves alone
Poezie
Constantinescu Felix-Gelu
ianuarie 11, 2017
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The funny things we do ourselves
Alone in the black bed of foolish
Thoughts the eyes we give for
Nothing – the dead reasons of

Regret – and pain – we will never be
The same after our games – win or
Lose – we wait for pedigree and
Love – noble and ice-cold and pure.

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    „…Thoughts the eyes we give for
    Nothing – the dead reasons of
    Regret-and pain…” love this lines especially and the deep feelings of poem entirely

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