Dying light

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Dying light

I wonder how to wander
In my toes
When you have your lows


And your soul is narrow
That I cand hardly have a
look
And I can hardly book
A place in your world without a window



How can I hold my fingers together
To scrach your name forever
In my heart down bellow
Without seeing you feeling low



How can I close my eyes without seeing the light
Which bite
My whole soul and life
Because you don't let me being your wife

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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

Adina’s Poems (7)

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How do you know? 0
Winter 0
Homeless 0
Dying light 0
Everywhere 1
The leaf .. 0
Digging in the night 0