Poezie
We breathe alone
1 min lectură·
Mediu
We are the perfect circle
of regrets and truth,
of memories and windy trees
and thoughts that have no use
A wall of silence in between,
we write letters of past,
we last through all that\'s dead and mute
And yet, we spin so fast...
So now you know that I am mine,
And grow alone, and breathe alone...
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