Elena Daniela

Kiss my eyes, full with tears
Your kiss only would be right
Killing the fire, which burn them
And filling them with love and light.
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So sadly is to think that soon,
Maybe tomorrow the alley tree,
Where you see them, they still will be
While us in graves will be decaying.
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to Rob

I miss your hug,
I miss your kiss,
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Have you ever had a windy gale,
Or everything at a large universe scale?
Have you ever thought of taking the Sun, from the sky,
With your hands, to sunset in goodbye?
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Among the hundreds masts
That leave the shores, away,
How many will be broken,
By the winds and by the waves?
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Sleepy, sleepy birds  
Are coming to their nests,
Hiding through the branches.
Have a Good Night! Rest!
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Autumn twilight, so violet...
Two distant poplars show their silhouette
--Apostles in vestments, so violet--
All the city is violet.
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I asked the wind, that blows so high,
The trotter that shifts the clouds in the sky
Toward the blue-eyed edges of the world:
Where are those who aren't anymore?
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If you could be the light,
Don't wobble and query,
But share its full bright
To those grown weary.
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Abandoned ships on the wide seas of gloom,
You hearts that struggle in life's raging storm,
And souls left barren by the wheel of fortune,
Drifting away on currents swift and warm.
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I don’t regret our love story,
But is so sad and strange to me
To feel that like a very tiny
And beauty silk is cut from me.
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Teach me from what I could begin,
And in which words to say, to tell,
How blue is in your eyes the sky,
How many worlds just glitter in…
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Trumpeting autumn,
In full agony,
Birds flying by,
And hiding secretly.
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Autumn has came already
As in a psalm the amen.
We are together ready
To swallow venom-honey.
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Leaning my head over my hand
Wandering, my mind is running,
And in my dream I am your queen,
And you forever are my king.
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The soul bows down to destiny
Dreariness beats it, but not destroys,
The water under wind is waving
Be happy, is just wave, not wound...
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In soul and in spikes the life is gathered
Without keeping any memory,
I and the grass, my only sister,
In the graveyards, we grow happily.
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