the art
of loneliness .
why it is
morning
again ?
will you
find me ?
poems of
a soul
and her
words .
art is a
shadow
elegant is
lovely
black is a
color
to black
too be
viewed...
no more
dreams...
enjoying
change
is hard for
people
who are
shy .
if you stop
to believe
everything
is lost
in the pain .
- A. A. Popovici,
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