Mihai Cosmescu

Child. Old child,
No longer wild;
No longer speaking,
No longer beguiled;
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The night again descends upon the soul
As we go home, and drink, not to forget,
But for to be ourselves, remind our goal
And say 'I didn't make a devil's bet! '
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It is today I think of you the most.
You, whom I've known for centuries, and here's
These lines I'm writing now, oh, not to boast
That I have known you, but that I have fears
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The years, my dear one, have all swiftly passed,
Some faded, astray, most happy, all fast,
But we've stayed both still, in a mad carousel
And cherished it all, and enjoyed it, my belle...
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I thought I had forgotten...
Have I, really?
I thought I'd come to hate you;
I could not.
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'Just talk.. I'm here... I'm listening'
That's what you used to say
Then you stopped talking
And I stopped listening.
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Shh...
Sleep, I am here...
You know who I am
And still you can rest.
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it seems I haven't slept at all in ages
but I did sleep, and dreamt my life go past
and couldn't stop it... I just stood, aghast,
and hoped to see the sun as it arises
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It's night once more within my feeble heart
And, feeble minded, I think back again
To what there was, at least on my own part
Not what I said, love mine, but that fold ten.
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I'd wish I could lend you my eyes
So you could behold what I do,
And so you will not get an answer,
But see that the answer is you.
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The city is asleep,
And it appears
My soul has gone along to sleep as well.
And yet... my heart doth weep
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I have not seen you,
Haven't known you, so it seems
In any other place except my dreams.
I have not seen the marvel that you are
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The old ones told of magic;
now it's gone
and we are all that's left...
new people, flawn
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