ion untaru Poems

I blame myself for any error
That you meet everywhere
World reproach me the failure
That makes from my life a terror
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World is servant to money
And to a morass of sin
In vain have you other things
Faith, health, and parents;
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Chipped in the corner of a mirror
In which I don't recognize me
Coniferous forests and musk
With the grass of evening are fleeting
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leg man
does not pass through here
to this door,
nobody has beaten for long time
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finger one and the broken word
inclined towards the Dead Sea

sentenced to move hands
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waters whisper near
a vast desert flood
wandered son of this shores
and sad meetings
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fate has a hard hammer
we are stealing, what a mess
world around pitiless
how to count in a summer
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My rising in the world
Day and night comes and goes
I see myself in a mirror
The purpose was once of gold
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in front of the house
he and she with snack and beer
party at the green grass
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warm on the terrace
coffee from the robot
has no taste
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