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All that I might be

1 min lectură·15 ianuarie 2002

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I am a sheet of paper,

Dropping out of a book,

Leaving words behind,

Never to return to them.

My song is that of the wind,

Disturbing letters in a text.

I\'ll be waiting,

Down here,

Never to raise

And never to fall again.

The water I drink,

The rain I bless

Is the tear that falls slowly,

Being hurt by a word-

In a book, on a shelf.

I feed on dust,

That covers the wood,

I never starve, and always wish more.

I\'m selfish- I know- but I am also alone...

So empty, so shallow, naked and cold.

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Florea Ana-Maria. “All that I might be.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/florea-ana-maria/poezie/11626/all-that-i-might-be

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