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.
Raj
V besedah razdvojen, v resnici povzdigovan, v mislih razsekan. v lažeh razklan.
Pobega v drugo ni, v tist začaran odrešitve kraj, oddaljen, na tisoč kosov razdrobljeni, v tisoč miljah izgubljeni raj.
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