irenio irenaeus bero Poems

all hours of the day are beautifull
each second of life is a traced path
and the beauty of the hour lies in the fullfilment
of your expectations
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people told me to leave
and love her from a distance
if its love you looking for then you
will find at a later stage probably in a new place
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i float across these filthy busy streets
i go up and i go down
tramped mercilessly with no pity
i am just a paper with ink on it
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beautifull poetry
unthinkable wonders
confident promises
summer and winter seasons
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i feel it without noticing
the naturalness of your immaculate presence
a wave of possibilities pushing
the past along with all its sad memories
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quiet lips
a heart that is quite still
a voice so sweet as if words were dipped in honey
sparkling like pearls
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this is me and here i stand
without yesterdays torment and scars
free of tomorrow
i cherish no hopes and dreams
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pretty distilled and filtered
my favourite taste soothing my tastebuds
it feels so soft and tender
the longest and purest touch i have received ever
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i watched it and isaw
them slowly falling to the ground
as if in slow motion
each at a time as if their date was marked
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existence of anything lives for as long as the thought of it prevails
real love is when we love withouth even realising
the harmony of love
it is love when we love without any physical reward
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