Octavian Cocos

If your soul is mean and vile
And your mind is deeply stained,
If you have a bogus smile,
Wear a mask and you are saved.
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You were young and full of life
I was thriving in your eyes,
So I made you a surprise
Asking you to be my wife.
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In this part of the world the land is dry
The lack of rainfall makes you go insane,
The mountain tops rise high into the sky
And the gray clouds attack the ridge in vain.
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My body's made of dust and muddy earth
And yet my soul descended from the sky,
Love's been my mistress from my very birth
And I'll protect it always, till I die.
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A walnut fallen on a narrow lane
Seemed very nice and tempting, so to speak,
That four black crows descended, I maintain,
To grab it with their long and pointed beak.
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An eagle, flying high above a peak,
Was looking to the ground with much conceit,
He had brown feathers and a steel-like beak,
As well as sharp, long talons at his feet.
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Seven notes, like seven lords,
Sometimes written on a stave,
Come out of the vocal chords
And flow like a charming wave.
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You do something that fulfills you
Every day you come to school
And you teach with so much passion
And with kindness, as a rule.
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Lazily, the sun is falling
Down behind a mountain range,
Evening sneakily is crawling
And is cooler for a change.
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I watch the eyes, so vivid long ago
When they were filled with gentleness and bliss,
The smiling mouth, with its enchanting glow,
Which spread the love around with just one kiss.
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Your eyes are limpid, as it is the lake
When breeze is gentle and it doesn't shake
And they are as profound as the blue sea
Far in the distance, where the ships feel free.
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On this Earth - our lovely planet -
Which spins quickly and is strong
One can tell that there is something
Obviously going wrong.
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Right near the churchyard, which is on the hill,
Where sleep the dearest ones that passed away
With bitter tears in eyes we're standing still
Thinking of them, as we do every day.
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Summertime. The sun is burning
Birds are chasing worms and flies
In my chest the heart is yearning
When I look into your eyes.
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Deep hidden in a forest thick and wide
A tiny spider had begun to knit
Its lovely web, feeling so full of pride,
To catch from time to time a fly in it.
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You were made from light, in glory,
Not from Adam's rib, my dear,
Like in that fantastic story
That in churches we do hear.
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I shall leave, don't ask me why,
Even though my heart will break
I just want to say goodbye
And in peace my path to take.
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When it's dark, through the dense wood
The lost solitary tramp
Makes his way, covered by hood,
In his hand with a bright lamp.
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The clouds pass in the sky
The way my thoughts fly swiftly all around
The way the moon floats high above the ground
And in the distance die.
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We are on the shore
No one is around
And the breeze is blowing so sublime.
I can't beg for more
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