Alexandra Hirceaga Poems

I see pity in my eyes,
And their colors never been so unwise,
Vanished, deceased, an unearthly disguise.
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Gold is the flower of virtue,
A moral garden of innocent values
Untied by free will and glorious thoughts.
- You shall not live among us,
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I am defeated in lands of ashes,
Where I have been disturbed by Silence
And she takes, she brakes in graves
As she turns to Violence.
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