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.
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Naj mi povejo Zakaj se mi rosijo oči, Kadar koli pogledam drugam, Vidim, da se jočem zaman.
Jočem, a ne za seboj, za nerojenimi sinovi in za teboj, ljubezen. MOLČI ! Tokrat ne pojdeš z menoj.
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