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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ko jutro gori v zarji objemi hrepene, začuti nebo za otroke, ki želijo se roditi, daleč stran od ugasnjenih luči, utrujenih glasov in suženjstva. pleši do zastrnjenih zaves, pleši do konca ljubezni,
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