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The Vanishing Ego
\" Bye-bye dear... Sir ! \"
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Snowing heavenly\'n the forest
Mother Winter\'s everywhere,
milky flakes out of her white breast
Way down low.
\'can hear the wind between the branches
I\'m afraid I have to go,
giving up ridges for trenches
Way down low.
There, there, goes my story
leaving no regrets behind
needn\'t really have to worry
\'cose my Ego\'s getting blind.
I thank Heaven for this Snow White
that has come and will not go.
-Never thought of blindness so bright...
said the Prince, now, not alone.
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- Autor
- Eugen Constantinescu
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- 1 min
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Eugen Constantinescu. “The Vanishing Ego.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/eugen-constantinescu/poezie/103826/the-vanishing-egoComentarii (0)
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