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Beneath the stars I lay you down
And weep beside you on my knees
What use is me being a clown
When our love slowly flees
Is there a cure to what you caught?
Can I somehow bring joy?
Your happiness escaped, no matter how i fought
Because in the end, I was a little boy
Your family all gathered round
Your cousin read some words
And all your years circled around
As in my mind i saw collision of our worlds
Why couldn't I appreciate
What offered you to me
You were my life's affiliate
But in my heart you saw just me
I tried real hard to make it work
How was I to explain?
That love between us just wont work!
And nothing more from this could we both ever gain
Dmitriy Kokarev
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Wednesday, March 12, 2008 |
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Friday, March 14, 2008 |
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Comments about this poem (- Blue Reality -
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Sreelekha Premjit (3/12/2008 4:15:00 AM)
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its not necessary for all love to work.. it would be enough to know that you loved and were loved....a good read. tnx.
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quercus : I've never got paid for my hits... (3/12/2008 2:58:00 AM)
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Yes, I think it is true... the little boy who wanted her to take the whole blame, treating her like a child or a dog... but she's forgiven him and an electronic friendship is what has been gained...
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