And why is so hard ?
To find the answer ?!
I want to write my own song
To dance my own path in life
I dream the impossible
Like everyone else .
No place so dark
To lonely and i hide .
Out of love ,no hope any more
I run without my feet like jellyfish
I swallow the dirty of pain
To easy to have a sky in it .
Maybe when i die i will become a great writer !
My rood will end like the pen on a book .
I will look but i will be nowhere to be found ...
A talk with the HE-
His style is art .
- A. A. Popovici,
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