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When old music hurts too muchand new onestill hasn't taken holdWhen my housebecomes too smallto dance inWhen I haveso much to wish forand too little a..
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Words can be swordsand words can be shieldsThey can be armorand they can be poisonThey can drip down the edge of a bladeheaded for your heartThey can ..
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All of my thoughts are old- endlessly looping arounduntil they become something more than myselfand threaten to silencemy flowery mindAll of my colors..
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So much of me
and so much of you
lies between us in glances
and near whispers
So much of my soul
wants to trickle out
from the corners of my ey..
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Chirping birds under my window,the same sound that woke me upin summers of before,heavy like honey on my tongue,sliding down my throat,a half forgotte..
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Tonight, a heavy wind
is carrying somebody’s tears,
and I feel
how the past and the future
are uniting
in this very moment,
longer then a ..
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I can hear some still awake dogs,
barking in the distance.
The crickets in the grass and the bushes
are restless.
The silvery sphere of Moon is ob..
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You are no longer here,
I can’t sense you in winter wind’s breath,
I can’t hear you sing sweet songs of summer,
nor smell the lig..
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You must have the eyes that speak of heaven
like this blue sky above us,
you must speak the language of spring wind
that I will understand,
you mu..
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Slow, soft as the wing of turtledove,
the night fell on us,
and with its blurred colours
brought the salvation to the world.
The river is silent..
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