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by [Adaionescu ]

2016-12-12  |     | 



I waited late into the night at the dispel of the contours white birds and black birds came to sit on my shoulders it smelled like dried grass and I witnessed the naive fall of the first snow
what will remain when there will be nothing a child smile covered by forgetting always someone will say "I love you" always a little dead behind the green eye
in poems you should waste yourself here everything is splendidly useless only maybe the blue sky meadows and fir trees in a lonely day this absurdly beautiful offering given into to the void just as a life that no one lives it

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