IVLIA OKS Poems

With the eighteenth hour of the day,
Comes the view of the setting sun.
The days pass and she still has nothing to say,
Every dawn brings a new lady undone.
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Nas colinas e quebradas de Bonnie Doon
Onde os ventos são belos e de ímpar refrescância.
Onde se vê pequenos animais felizes e cantantes,
E eu, tão cansado e cheio de nenhuma importância.
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I yearn the days just strangers were we,
Both lost on the giant distant sea.
Not that you’d ever care; you’d just stop and stare,
But I could say whatever came to me.
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