Raluca Mitra Poems

My teeth are young and white,
Losing one is joy and fun.

A beautiful lady comes at night
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The light is dim, the air cold;
Here I am, alone.

Winter's coming, autumn dying
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You were gone like an autumn leaf,
As I've been told by my belief.

The time was proper for me to come,
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Wall -
Drunk shadows playin' on dead bricks.
A diligent spider weaves
The canvas of my dense thoughts.
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If there was something meant to be,
That something will be over.
If it was or not be,
You have decided by yourself.
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