Poezie
Pseudosonet englez
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Mediu
When seeds of madness start to grow
And spread their roots into my soul
It’s you that make my faults to rest
Into the treasure of my chest
…And then I rise on lips a cry
Because my very core is thy;
The name *** fights and fills
The plane of mind with daffodils
And rain of tears feeds the ground
With love and evil fears drawn;
If through the day I ride with grief
I’ll think of you and I’ll belive!
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