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Весточки с других мест необъятной земли,
Что делают душу теплее
Слова наполняют,дают силу полета
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Take my words
My distant words
Press them to your skin,

Feel each line
Each trusting line
Warm you from within;

Take these words
These lonely words
Keep them by your side,

Share your soul
Your naked soul
Keep me deep inside
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Your words make me cry. I saved all of the poems you sent

Do you remember this poem I wrote for you?

I could not forget your way
Nor eyes, nor lips
Nor all the words
In unison we spoke
Nothing is erased;

When you die
In the corners of my heart
You will leave ashes on my ashes
As you die, I die with you;

Unnecessary suffering, my dear
Are these moments without you
I forget you not…no!
As you disappear into the waves
I disappear into the dust.
--Misery

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Life is built by choices and moments. Me­mories are graveyards of events. Where w­e can return over and over again to thin­k and re-think what we;ve done. Think wh­at could have been done better. Or what was not done at all.

Those are the moments where, I think, we­ can feel alive. Even if they are painfu­l memories.
Even if they were happiness once and we must remember them with tears touching t­he edge of a broken smile.

I always loved the "image" of a tear, ro­lling down a cheek just to meet with the­ edge of a legit but at the same time sa­d smile. It summarizes how life is to me­.
Full of choices we probably could have d­one much better. And now, we remember th­em as happy moments of an actual "what i­f".

There is some deep beauty in that. The b­eauty of nostalgia. Sorrow (maybe). But still beautiful.

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It;s your beauty my Queen, the aura around you
That makes everything else dull
There is no joy, there is no pain
There is no sun, there is no rain
Without your poetry, without your thoughts
Without your dreams, everything decays

Let;s keep this flame alive
Forget about the rest.

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