My friends' poems

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It’s easy to be afraid of fear,
It’s silly to suffer from pain;
Can you try to enjoy the tears,
Can you feel happy from being to blame?

07.05.1998
Irene Nesteruk

 

Under The Impression Of Walt Whitman

The moment you touch my lips
I see in the Broken Mirror.

Tiny drops of rain of silver
Rest peacefully on the Emerald Grass;
Each piece of the Mirror reflects a World of his own,
So queer in its inconsistence.

A Forgotten Offended Wind sings
Its pitiful song of lamentation;
I feel you touch me as a dead dry leaf,
Still delicate and warm with autumn sunshine….

1998
Alina

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