From time to time, I have to write a poem about life and things happening to me, my friends or to complete strangers. After all, a world is, looking from the bright side, beautiful ...
and of course, most of life isn't real.
Kaj še...
Bolj kot me je strah umreti, je svojih sanj ne izživeti, kolesja sreče ne vrteti, ugank življenja ne doumeti, ljubezni tvoje ne imeti, svojih otrok ne razumeti.
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