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.
Še dobro da
odšla si, te v glavi, v mislih, v srcu več ni.
Tam se v megli na vlažnem dnu, skrivajo želje prodane zlu, po temnem angelu hrepenim, z njo divje noči prebedeti želim, z njo se v jutru zbuditi želim.
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