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.
Luč umira
Spanje ni več zame, nekdo joče.
Nekateri grmijo v divjih sanjah, izklesani v ognju življenja.
Neusmiljeni ljubimci v temnem poželenju strastno vzdihujejo.
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