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How easy
to be an artist
carrying on shoulders
judges of this world
How easy
to be an artist
ruling life and death
How easy
to be an artist
holding in hands
fate of people
How hard
to be an artist
and be yourself
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I reminisce a dream
of the highest stars
when night touches day.
I reminisce a dream
of the shortest auroras
when day becomes night.
I reminisce a dream
when day is night.
I reminisce a dream.
I was absorbed by mysticism.
♣
winged human
otherwise fallen angel
unwanted existance
sentenced to wandering
winged human
otherwise me
♣
a few particles of glass
some removed feathers
all me
everything
or nothing
♣
my vision of the future
like foggy pane
transparence telling
nothing
♣
notes of madness
cool down
in colorless-purple ribbons of
calmness
with suspend of death-warrant
I drawn illusions
and look for bliss of
life
in painless suicide
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I asked
I called: come here
but he eluded me again
little Angel
messanger of God
♣
pallid red
dimmed by tears
to close eyes
of mystery
♣
I've put off
requests for dawn
with silence
cuz words ultamarine in colors
were too simple
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this white dew
on thorns of old rose
washes down my despair
drop by drop
emptiness has stayed
valuable pendant
instead of love
♣
with the candle
in my hand
I'm looking for
your affection
foggy illusion flying dream
about thick eyelashes of
passion
whose flames has gone out
I cannot see a horizon
with yer shadow
undiscrenible
outline of heart
♣
people
weary of life
go round courtains of the other days
they imagine square dreams
in colors of rules
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Note:
I'm NOT emo.
I'm not sad.
I don't think bout suicide.
I don't cut myself.
Thx for readin my poetry.
THE END
