Wednesday, 14 January 2015

No wishes!

When you are dead, 
glory will be a small gift from your friends.
And yet, a simple heart is waiting, 
someday, may never come in your life! 
People have so many faces, 
they are looking at you and nothing else.
I stopped, to want the impossible.
No wishes for this year,
soul without a breath inside.
So many dreams that are down, 
in life miracles come true, perhaps!
Happiness is just something that may appear,
in a thousand years.
Somewhere exist unseen love but,
it was only a hope!

                                         - A. A. Popovici,

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